Dust motes danced
Dust motes danced in the afternoon light as a fractured shale face revealed interwoven patterns—ancient root systems mingling with carefully placed stones. Further handling brought forth more detail, yet each touch seemed to soften the forms below, as if remembering altered their presence. These layers suggest that intention and outcome aren’t fixed points but continually support one another; what is observed shapes the history itself. The quiet act of excavation built a new understanding, acknowledging how stories exchanged between time and matter leave unexpected traces in the stone—a delicate balance finally settling into stillness.