On a walk.

Today Bighead and I took a walk to the Flatbush Co-op (which we joined) and on our way we passed a little cemetery of the Flatbush Reformed Church. It had crumbling headstones and overgrown weeds and beautiful trees.

We went in and inspected the tombstones. The ones that we could read were from 1865, 1814 and 1810. The deceased were in the uppers 80s and 90s. It was so strange this piece of peace from centuries ago. It is between East 21st Street and Flatbush on Church Avenue, in the middle of all of this hustle and bustle and 21st century and this afternoon it was so unexpected and silent and perfect.