This is a speculative fiction short story I wrote in 2010. It was in response to a challenge to write a story based off a song that was on the radio in 1977. As I recall, we were given a list but I also added one of my own. My songs were: "Dust in the Wind" by Livgren and Kerry, performed by the band KANSAS - and "Which Way the Wind Blows" by Nelly Ward and Anne Herring, performed by the band 2ND CHAPTER OF ACTS (original release 1974 - re-released 1977).
I let the dry dirt of the grave filter through my fingers like the sand in an hourglass, except this dirt forms a plume as the cool north breeze catches it, blowing it south. I couldn't do this before. Not two weeks ago at the funeral and not right afterwards. It took that long for folks to quit hanging about. I needed privacy.
"To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to laugh, a time to weep.
A time to dance, a time to mourn."