tempus fugit, memento mori

“I’ve always been in the habit of visiting graveyards on Ash Wednesday each year,” Clarence reminded Gertrude. “Remember, man, that thou art dust and unto dust thou shalt return.”

“It’s so cold and windy,” she gasped, “but it’s a really good way to get ready for Lent.”

In the distance was the world they’d have soon to return to.

“Most of the time we have to play Martha,” she went on, “but it’s always necessary to give the regular doffing of the hat to Mary too.”

After a few hours they went home, back to their usual routine.