Dia De Los Muertos - Ofrenda

sometimes it is a candle and an apple pulled fom a neighbors tree, or a bird bell calling the incense in from the mist of night, sometimes a silent sun sprawl after a cold river swim with a friend, sometimes its just the light and the warmth of knowing, sometimes its the song that wakes you up to sit at the piano bench and pound the keys till the cats scratch the door, whatever it is: ofrenda