One Stone
When I travel and feel inspired by the many things I encounter in a new place, I often start to ponder over such things as history and culture, my life up to that time, or my family. At such times, I sometimes casually pick up a stone. Finding a stone in such a moment often comes to me as a hint on the whereabouts of something long lost. What is it that I am looking for? Is it something that is hard to find? Or is it true, as they say in popular songs, that you cannot find things when you are looking for them too hard? I will continue to seek.
