Stone Witness
Dust motes danced in the afternoon light illuminating the sandstone's surface, revealing trails worn soft by time’s passage. The overlapping tracks weren’t sharp outlines but subtle depressions—evidence of pressure accumulated over immeasurable spans; each indentation felt distinct despite its blurred edges. Recognizing that every observation carries a residue of circumstance didn't reveal a truer picture so much as highlight the interpretive nature inherent in any attempt to understand what *has been*. Like studying faces slowly fading from old photographs, attempts at clarity only underscored how deeply past and present aren’t simply separated, but intertwined within the stone itself.