This afternoon, after visiting Mr. Swiss in his golden oldie home, I walked home though the cemetery. At the moment it is quite bare, no flowers anywhere: it has been too cold, but the stream was flowing through it. It descends from the nearby Jura mountains from the melting snow and finds it was through the village and through the cemetery. I watched it flow past,gurgling on its way. Eventually it will arrive at the local River Aare.