The darkness

ett ögonblick: Riding the tram towards home this week, at the edge of downtown I passed by a beautiful graveyard. Lately at 6 o'clock, it is pitch black and I can only see only as far as the pools of light from the street lights.  But that night, tiny flames dotted the darkness. People had left candles on the graves of their loved ones. They shone through the still night and reminded those passing by of those who are gone but not forgotten.