Night falls in the cemetery

The darkness and cold remind me that night falls so early at this time of year.  It is 5:30 pm and the only lights in the cemetery are those from the lanterns placed along the walkways and at each grave. They create arcs of lights in a white rainbow of memory.

During the daytime, an unspoken rule of relative quiet. The evening seems to allow all to chatter and laugh loudly. Until they get to the podium where the names of the dead are being read aloud.