Salt Dial Shadows
Crushed citrus rinds flatten into a fine yellow dust under heavy footsteps, marking a path toward an abandoned sundial carved from salt. As midday radiance hits the grit, glare bounces off copper coins to reveal how quickly form dissolves when its medium fails. The rhythmic drip of water onto metal signals that even precise measurements surrender to the inevitable erosion of their own foundations, leaving only the scent of bitter zest in the air.