Hang out in a graveyard on a pretty day.
[Oakwood Cemetery, Austin's oldest (and most haunted) graveyard.]
After my class let out on Friday afternoon, I grabbed a soy cappuccino from Starbucks and headed to the east side of Austin with a few blankets, Water For Elephants (the abandoned novel that I've finally picked back up), and my digital camera in tow. The weather was wonderful: just cool enough for a stroll around the sunlit cemetery, yet warm enough to appreciate a light breeze. With the whole weekend ahead of me and not much to worry about, I was overjoyed to spend a few tranquil hours reading my book, snapping photos, and talking to God sans distraction. It was one of the most peaceful places I've ever visited—in fact, the only sounds to be heard came from the singing birds and the crunching of leaves beneath my feet as I ventured throughout the green and brown maze. Surprisingly, I seemed to be the only (living) person there. And even though I didn't spot any ghosts (or did I?), the whole experience was perfect for a beautiful day in mid-October.
Would you ever roam around a graveyard just for fun? Or am I alone in this silly fascination with them?