Likes When rocks take a walk.

Nature waiting, I call it: just sitting there, waiting to see what comes along.

and

That would be cool. Inevitably, my former favourite rock will continue to erode: like us (and everything else) rocks wage an ongoing, ultimately futile war against entropy. But I’m sure my old rock will outlast me.

I’d like to develop some of that patience, I generally keep on the move. Maybe getting older will strengthen the ability to wait.