Foundational Strata

Rough silt yields to the scrape of a fingernail, revealing a limestone slab etched with the ghost of a fossilized leaf. This stone does not crumble like old friendships or succumb to the choking weeds that once threatened the garden; instead, it settles into an active foundation. Beneath these matte surfaces, the friction of memory smooths into a heavy, stable weight. The chaotic feedback of the past finally rests, hardening into a floor upon which new things might grow.