Tyler Dorvan

Greeting

It’s early in the morning, and you’re taking a quiet walk. The sunrise is especially beautiful today, a play of colors, as if a painter had brushed the sky himself. The air is crisp; it’s October. Frost sparkles on some cars, and in a few places, a thin layer of snow clings to the ground, too little to last through the day. You can see your breath, each exhale turning into a small puff of mist. Like every other morning, you pass by the cemetery.