There and back again

Now i know why it's called an Irish Carbomb.

But anyways, I pass the cemetery everyday on my way to work. And i pass it when i return back to my abode. But, there was one evening when the sunset hit all the gravestones at once, them being all on a slope. That soft gold light and the dark black ornamental curvature of each and every ended life, or new beginning was breathtaking. I fail to see within myself how so. I shed a tear. Heartwrenching. I shed another.