One Day

Jax and I are coming back from the Wind Caves.

In the roughly three mile drive about every half mile or so I realized all the thing that had happened, an incident or so, every short distance over 18 years. This rock Linny and I use to sit under waiting for Kobae to show up. I wondered if it might ever roll but I didn't see any possibility of that. I didn't wonder if it would just break in half and land right where we were sitting. One day when we were hiking back we noticed the rock stuck out in the road a little more than it did previously. During the couple hours that we were gone it had broken in half and fallen right next to part of the white rock that we use to sit on.