Granite Veins

Iron oxide bands laced through quartz strata mirrored the ammonite’s spiral—unexpected crimson streaks within clear crystal. Sunlight streamed through the afternoon window, illuminating dust motes that danced around these ancient forms. The cool weight of a stone in hand belied a story not of fixed being, but relentless reformation; minerals dissolved and settled over epochs, each layer an echo of forces long past. This interwoven history suggested origins weren't singular events, but accumulating choices pressed into matter, settling into quiet stillness.