A Birthplace of Spirits

The garden is empty now, at least empty of humans other than me, the photographer.

But yesterday it was filled with people...

young people,

old people,

in-between people...

all shades of brown,

tan, and

pink people...

playing, talking, laughing,

thinking,

eating, drinking,

singing,

painting, musicking, viewing...

Living

People

Their spirits remain

Seeds of things to come