If I had to choose where my favourite place in Templestowe was, it would be here, the local cemetery where upon entering, envelopes me with a strange sense of peace. Here I experience beauty, because I’m often here right before sundown, when the sky still tingles with pink and orange tones. The thick brick walls muffles the busy noise of Reynolds Road, and reminds me of Stella’s joke—
“Do you know that people living within 100m of a cemetery can’t be buried there?”
“Why? Government regulations?”
“Because they’re still alive!”
- but more than that, it always reminds me of life, of how we can sometimes be the living dead, no much more alive than the ones who have gone before us and are now lying in their graves, others only ashes. Dust returns to dust.