Natural things can have a kind of balance that is evident in motion and color and shape. Clouds racing across the sky, a stand of white birch trees glowing amongst the green, an orange moon hung like an ornament on the horizon. Humble river stones have their own presence, and if you are lucky enough to find one and feel its heft and smoothness, the balance is impossible to ignore. The stone gives up its sharp edges and hard lines to the water, and in payment is given a shape designed to fit the hand that holds it.
In the process of smoothing, the stone somehow manages to assume new and softer colors, where the striations of centuries are revealed as pastel shades of gray and blue and brown and tan. We witness the patience of physics remaking the world, ancient and true.
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