Stone worn by time, the seasons, sun and wind. It reminds me of a wave upon the Gulf. Not the kind of waves surfers look for, it is beyond the tide’s pull, it will not crest.
Sorry, nothing profound. A restless night without sleep. This image came back to me. Stone weathered, worn, now a wave. Nature’s own sand art. May I likewise trust Nature’s sweet hands of Life, to leave the same gentle beauty in me.