Evanescence

She stood in the church yard, a light mist crept along the mossy ground. It was early morning and she had already been standing there for an hour now. For some, this behaviour may have seemed strange, but Aponii was not someone who conformed to normal behaviour. She sat under the ancient yew tree that had seen so many years pass by, even before the church had been built it had been present. Witnessing time stretching for centuries, it had stood there still and quiet. It had remained Times observant follower, playing no part itself but remaining, unwavering and ever watch full.

Aponii had often tried to imagine the temporal distance the trees life had spanned. An impossible task she had decided, having pondered on whether time was just an illusion, a measure that we so tightly cling to for a sense of place. It was a concept that Aponii often mused upon; she preferred the tangible, the touchable. Where she sat the dew still clung to the un-mown grass. The cemetery seemed quiet but Aponii knew life was stirring, because, of course, that was why she was there.