I enjoy a walk through a cemetery (in the daylight). I find them to be very peaceful and typically very beautiful. Stone, marble, moss, and flowers; all things living, dying, alive, and dead, both physically and in thought. Just serene.
Today we went to the oldest cemetery in Freiburg. It was a somewhat overcast day, and it had been raining earlier. That combined with the unseasonably warm day and black birds scattered about, both silent and cawing, gave the Alte Friedhof a distinct eeriness.