Blowing through

Exposed granite is honest: winds have rounded its jagged edges, surface adornments of lichen and moss stand no chance here.

Artifice is lost, there is no deception, no smiling or beguiling whilst offering the weighed down walker an easier route. All is laid bare, no promises are made. What you see is what you get.

And yet, as the rain ceases and the blackness of the curtained sky is blown through, the stone’s surface sparkles and glitters in the new light: seducing us with its contract of power, knowledge and endurance.