I work in a city of dead, an ancient native american site known as moundville, www.moundville.ua.edu, yet I find so much life. Early in the morning when the fog is heavy, rolling over the earthen mounds, I imagine the city as it was 800 years ago, booming with life. I began to feel part of the city that has long since disapeared. It is as if the fog is the spirit of the ones past on. I breathe this fog and the spirits of the past enter my body and again the spirit is givin the breath of new life, and so am I. So I take this time here and now to remember who I was here once again. 