With every spin, her feathers kissed my cheeks.

The rhythmic chanting was primal, instinctual, gripping your ears and begging for your attention. The intense beating of the drums reverberated through your soul.

The old woman carrying the incense came close to me, “if you look in my eyes you’ll see something”  I asked what would I see. “ some people see things, you will too if you look.” I zoomed in. It’s not what I saw, it’s what I felt, her ancient soul speaking to me through generations of Mexicans that walked behind her. The souls of the departed stood prominently behind her. Proud.

This was a day to celebrate the dead. The Hollywood Forever Cemetery came to life. This is Dia de los Muertos.