The hundred-and-sixty-second day...

There's this cemetery that I pass sometimes. It's run down and overgrown with weeds, and some of the headstones are crumbling or have been knocked over. I know that it is very old (though I'm not sure of how old), but it's a sad site to see because this lot is the final resting place for quite a few individuals.

I did catch this little squirrel paying his respects. He was sitting on the headstone for the longest time until I came walking along on the sidewalk and spooked him.

I don't even know who anyone would contact to ask about the upkeep - I mean the next door neighbor is a former furniture store that is now a furniture/lingerie store. Hmmm.

Have a wonderful night everyone. Back to that same reading for me (that material is dense :)