In late sunshine I wander troubled.
Restless I walk in autumn sunlight.
To many changes, partings, and deaths.
Doors have closed that were always open.
Trees that held they sky up are cut down.
So much that I alone remember.
This creek runs dry among its stones
Souls of the dead, come drink this water!
Come into this side valley with me,
A restless old woman, unseemly,
Troubled, walking on dry grass, dry stones.".
- Ursula K. LeGuin, Always Coming Home