*As twilight descends, the cemetery near my house takes on a gloomy aspect. The gothic-style tombs, lit by the lurid hues of sunset - bittersweet oranges and bloody crimsons foretell an encroaching darkness. The elongated shadows of tombstones creep across the damp turf, adding another layer to this macabre setting in which I find myself alone.* *Whispering Pines Cemetery is always heavy with melancholia, but tricky twilight makes it particularly lonesome. Its sacred tranquility enveloped me as...