On our weekly walks, my sister & I sometimes take the worn track up through sparse adolescent pine trees and arrive at a high pasture and this well-weathered shed. A long time back, someone was extremely industrious - picking rocks to clear the field, building fence around the hilltop view. They prob’ly never thought of a day when their efforts would become mainly picturesque.
"The long unmeasured pulse of time moves everything.
There is nothing hidden that it cannot bring to light, nothing once known that
may not become unknown. Nothing is impossible."
SOPHOCLES, Ajax
