i left a small memory a single stone on a cairn to an unknown person in an unknown place mine was not the only one it wasn’t the last one it shared the feeling of the space no 2 stones were the same the eternal mold held the reason the pattern persists instinct never drew me there serendipity did a single stone continued a connection of respect and wonder not to difference but to a consequence of confluence of me within we a return journey after 300 years