Waist deep when the clouds closed back in and the rain came down.

Stone stacking will soon catch on as powerful kind of meditation.

The residual coolness in the cabin fooled us into dressing inappropriately for a walk down the Lane. By the time we got back, a swim sounded like the right antidote to warm and humid. But then the weather changed, as it had done frequently all day.

Rock stacking requires calmness and patience—a need to be nowhere else and be doing nothing else. Given time, and minute adjustments, the rocks will find their balance points, and stand rock steady.