Paying Respect

Bibi for A-ma:

"I don like ta go down to cemetery too late."

After a drive across town, the wind whips across the crusted snow and we all crunch across to a middle plot. The clementines are now mushed and frozen on the altar but the plastic flowers look bright as ever, just need some careful straightening.

Incense is lit, in a makeshift shelter (an old smoking trick) prayers are said and the sun is still up!