Ten years ago, on an excursion in the middle of the afternoon on a hot February day, I regarded a rock in a roadside cut bank.
One rock was an exfoliating marvel.
We were headed for other rocks.
We parked, got out, and scrambled up a well-strewn ravine.
One reward for the scramble was this dry-season waterfall.
Another reward was a swim in the pool at the base of the falls.
I can still remember the feeling of the cool water.
Of the hot sun.
And the rocks.
These rocks crack and break.
On this afternoon the cracks and breaks are sunlit.
The strong sun casts dark shadows.
On Earth’s sun-limned bones.