aaron gayah

just a personal photo blog and journal. it's okay if you don't like it. it's intended for me after all.

the weather

he sat as he often did - with his elbow on his knee, palm propping up his chin, his index finger bisecting his lips. and his sister spoke:

"we were worried about the weather, but it's a sunny day. she had wanted that."

he nodded quietly, agreeing with her. a soft smile formed slowly as the words registered with him.

and they all looked on at the pyre, now fully ablaze.