Stone Witness
Sunlight caught the fine dust swirling around a stone carving half-revealed in layered sandstone, its form defined as much by what remained as by where rock had been removed. The absences felt precise, not random failings of erosion, hinting at choices made long ago—boundaries etched into the past itself. These voids resonated with accumulated time; each hollow held a weight, like smoke clinging to fractured space. Perhaps any tracing of history isn’t about uncovering events so much as recognizing the shaping hand that selects what endures and what is left unsaid, leaving only an echo of experience.