Rock Pile Story on Arran

The Stone Story by Chuck Keys

I was staring at a stone today, it didn't move, it just sat, resting, relaxed in the warm mid-day sun. The wind moved around it and it's lazy motionless nearby friends, effortlessly.

They all looked alike, maybe they were all family on vacation without a worry on their minds if they had minds.

They didn't or couldn't smile or frown, no beards or mustaches were visible, clean shaven. They didn't look hungry or thirsty. Of course how does a hungry or thirsty stone look? I could have brought them water or food.

After much further intense thought, I realized they don't have to worry about clothes or lack of ... Do they need clothes? Do they need anything? Nothing. Nothing, is what they need.

I am envious.

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