November 7, 2019: Just a few pictures from an autumn walk.

25 October 2009: I put the cycle at the northeastern entrance to the North Cemetery in Lund, beside the Sophia grill. A long time ago I was should meet a woman at the 'grill'. What I did not know was that the crematorium behind St. Olaf's chapel on the other side of the cemetery is in the popular named the 'grill'. Not good.

It is a beautiful cemetery. Begin my round at a deeply red tree. Continue to the small pond. Stand and admire the leaves formations on the water surface. Two women come and wonder if I'm looking for the fish. "Fish?". "There!" pointing one of them. In this little pond swim small fishes. The women leave. A young woman come, and looks down into the pond searching for something. "There!" I say, pointing at the fish, I can impress her with my newfound knowledge. She takes some pictures and leave.

It's raining light, golden yellow leaves sway in the air on their way down to recycling. Hedges are tastefully decorated. Paths are lined with autumn trees. I get to think about my funeral. A large monument? No, too much and large. A small grave? Oh, nobody wants to take care of it. I go to the memorial grove. For anonymous. Continues to the ash grave place. Why not? A small stone with my name and year, no maintenance. It is hopefully not an issue for a while.

Many well known, in Lund at least, are buried here, I leave them for another visit. Sit down on a bench, among all the yellow, with my coffee and my croissant. I bike home.

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