The cemetery hillsides are bumpy and muddy – it’s eerily warm and smells like Springtime. Talking and singing and quasi-praying out loud during my walk. I’m almost ready to head back in New York to confront the new, hugely uncertain, year ahead. The monument on the hilltop is actually a tastefully designed mobile phone tower with a cross perched on top! Guess we all gots billz to pay.

(Sent from mobile phone.)