This rock caught my eye while sitting in the cold sunshine on the bank of a Scottish river one sunny March weekend. I watched it sit there, dug in, solid, constantly buffeted by the ebb and flow of the tide above and around.
And as I sat there, gently mesmerised (and ever so slightly squiffy) I realised what the root of my fascination was.
That rock reminded me of me. Buffeted but still. Disappearing under the rush of the waves at regular intervals, but emerging generally unscathed. A bit more worn, infinitesimally less solid on its feet...
But there, trying to smile, trying to glisten in the sunshine and stay where it had chosen to settle.
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