Moon travels on…
The moon came to the artist on the seventh evening. This evening he told of a Hun’s grave by the seashore. There was piled high a pile of rocks. Near the pile of rocks was a small forest containing all manner of trees. There was a road nearby the grave as well.
A carriage came through and it held two rich landowners. They eyed the trees and figured that the trees would provide much money if cut and sold for wood, but they rode on.
The next people who came by were two younger men on horseback. They eyed the forest and figured it was a fine place to take their sweethearts for walks.
A coach rolled by. It was full of people, but only one was awake. He asked the driver if the pile of stones meant anything and the driver told him they did not. It was the trees he was concerned with. The trees served as a landmark for the driver in the winter time when the snow covered everything. If they were not there, he might drive into the sea.
Then a painter came by and tried to remember the scene to catch on canvas.
Then a young girl came by and sat down to rest upon the stones. The moon knew each person who observed the site today would always remember it.
That was the seventh evening.
When someone says the word Hun most of us think of Attila but the Huns had been around for a while before Attila even showed up. The Huns also called Hunnoi, Hunnu, or Chunoi. They were a roaming band of people, otherwise known as nomads, who warred and lived in western Asia and Eastern Europe. Their roots are most likely Chinese, but there is definitely some debate about that. What people generally don’t recognize is that Attila had a brother named Bleda and they ruled the Hun empire together, but separately. The Huns were a fearsome people. They attacked all kinds of empires and settlements throughout their existence. When someone uses the word Hun to describe something, they’re talking about a very fierce person.
The Huns did wander into Europe from time to time. They fought many battles. It makes a lot of sense that there would be a Hun grave in Europe somewhere. They weren’t going to win every battle with every man alive in the end. Some of them would die.
The Huns often took on characteristics of the people in the area. While the Huns most likely had their own burial practices, they often decided to be buried in the same manner as the other people in the area, particular the Goths. Because of this, there aren’t many grave sites that can be distinguished as Hun burial sites.
The idea that this pile of rocks was a Hun grave site was probably a local legend or rumor. It may have been someone’s burial site, but not necessarily a Hun.
This little forest and pile of rocks meant different things to the people who passed by. To the two men it was a way to make money. To the two young men it was a place to walk their sweethearts. To another it was a work of art. To another it was a landmark in times of winter weather. To the girl it was a place to rest and enjoy.
It may be a pile of rocks, but it means different things to different people. We view things differently because we’re different people. I like the Autumn because it starts to cool off and there are so many great colors. Someone else may like the Autumn because it means pumpkin spice everything. Someone else may had the Autumn because it does get cool and they can’t go to the beach anymore. One thing can mean so many different things for different people.
Just because that dress looks blue and black to you doesn’t mean it doesn’t look gold and white to other people.
The dress always looked gold and white to me by the way.
Do you think local legends like the Hun’s grave add to the local flavor of a place?
If the moon were a conscious being, do you think it would know all of the world’s secrets?