Day 249: Rocks in the Woods

As I walk down the trail, admiring the scenery, I want to pick up a rock as a memento. As a piece of that place at that time. The rock traveled all that way across the universe to be at my feet at that particular moment. I arbitrarily choose the rock based on its looks, feel, and weight. I want it to be unique and not too heavily — for I will be carrying this rock with me for the rest of life. It must serve its purpose as the memento. In my pocket or in my bag or in a box that sits under the stairs at my house, the rock will exist. Then, every five years or so I shall pull it out and possibly remember where it came from. The emotional resonance faded like paint on a brick building.

Or.

I pick the rock up, admire it, and set it back down. Then perhaps someone else will be able to enjoy that rock in their moment in time.

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