It’s been awhile since I completed a Small Stone, so I thought, as Satya suggests that perhaps once a week…on a weekend…I might stop and write for a moment. This morning, provided the perfect opportunity.
We arbitrarily move time, thinking we bend the Earth and her movements to our will. At what should have been almost 9, the sun was mid-way in her climb into the sky, dazzling bright and almost painful in the sky. She ducks behind the clouds, though, hiding her beauty as if she were a petulant child, angry that we think we can control her and her movements.