Part of Your World

Taken just after scattering my grandpas ashes in some unseasonable sun. What the photo does not show, however, is the rather unpredictable wind direction. As you can maybe imagine, it lead to some complications during the aforementioned task.

However, most of the ashes managed to escape my sheepskin coat and are now part of the hill overlooking all the parts of the town that saw him grow up, all the way from a newborn baby to an old man. I wonder how many people nowadays stay in the same town that they were born for the whole of their lives?