Sedimentary Witness
A loaf set aside for study became the focal point in the warm, flour-dusted air of the bakery. No hands touched it; instead, attention shifted to the delicate network spreading across its crust—a faint dusting of grey against golden brown. Like rings within a tree’s trunk, this bloom charted countless tiny arrivals and departures, each spore embodying minute histories. The baker understands shaping isn't solely about imposing form but witnessing even in decay an integral part of the whole process; boundaries dissolved as creation and dissolution danced together.