How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And doesn’t care about careers,
And exigencies never fears;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.~ Emily Dickinson





























on Jan 26th, 2010 at 5:28 pm
Little stones are eroded over and over by the unforgiving weather. They then annoyingly hit windscreens of cars travelling at 80 miles/hr on the M40 highway!