When I see things like this I an almost overcome with passion and longing. Don’t understand where my love for rocks springs from but it is as real as anything I have ever felt.
I have collected rocks over the years since my twenties. Family and friends know when they go away to come back with a rock for me. I am so appreciative of their thoughtfulness.
Time to go find a boat to take me out to the Bass Rock. What a lovely and mesmerizing view. If need be I could always swim over…maybe not. There’s always a blanket and gazing at it lying down with my arms supporting my head. I can look at it until I drift off and have it appear in my dreams.