sliding in at the last minute

i live in the city....and it seems we do not have many bare rocks here, nor have i collected any. but today i was captivated by the sun's warmth on man-made 'rocks'....or, uh...bricks as we city folk like to call them.

i wondered around the old cemetery, you know the part that is falling apart. so many beautiful words, so many broken hearts.

but in the midst of it all, life finds a way - from the moss in the cracked brick, the trees pushing forth tiny buds, the light on the brick. all of it affirming that life, no matter the chaos, finds a way.