Stone Witness

Dust motes danced in the afternoon light illuminating two footprints pressed into the sandstone—one slightly askew and overlapping its predecessor. Though lacking sharp detail, these impressions weren’t absences; instead, they spoke of weight shifted, a history etched by pressure against unyielding stone. The body remembers this resistance, each form existing as a fleeting stability within constant change. Recognizing the subtle symmetry in their arrangement suggested unseen conditions at play, like echoes of movement recalibrating vision across unstable ground—a quiet acceptance of how even decay reshapes what remains.