The graves here are all oriented as one would expect in the culture. However, the writing on the stones sometimes faces west, othertimes east.
While here, I found an old marker, a marker far different from the others.
It's a rock, just a rock, with rough but obvious carvings on it. I have yet to be able to read them. Perhaps a rubbing would help.
None the less, it's obvious that the marker is from a time when people had very little more than what the earth had sprinkled about them, and some loving, perhaps greiving, soul stopped long enough to make a marker for someone, a marker that I now sit beside and reflect upon.
I wonder if someone one day might do as much for me.
Upon standing, I tipped my head over and around. The first three letters appear to be "chi." I doubt the Greek letter was intended, leaving me a notch sadder some two hundred years later.
And at that point, a red fox trotted diagonally across the field of graves, pausing to assess the threat I presented, then trotting on, tongue dangling in the heat, reminding me of the growing thirst I've been ignoring for quite some time.
Location:Beryl Rd,Raleigh,United States