Allow me a moment to rant before I return to our peaceful trip. I called in some routine prescriptions for K to pick up from our vet. One is her thyroid medicine which we've always picked up in batches of 100 pills. The tech wanted to know if we "really wanted 100 pills". Clearly, she or someone else there thought that K might not live 100 days. I kept my tone even and confirmed that we wanted 100 pills. I'm not giving up on my girl yet.
Here's that same photo from the other day but with a different white balance setting. I love this photo of my little angel standing in front of the setting sun.
Of course, I was completely wrong. The tiny gold watch was ticking, with the second hand still going in circles. It hadn't even paused at the moment of my mother's death. I stood there in the hospital hallway, tears streaming down my face, as I realized that the world stops for no one. The world keeps spinning. And, the lives of others go on. The same will be true after K dies and after I die.
Rocks like this one will keep being weathered by the water and rain, making increasingly intricate patterns of holes and waves. I wonder how many living things have passed through this world while this huge boulder was being weathered.