March 25, 2010 – Cool, cloudy. We found an old stone wall in a field yesterday, and when I find an old stone wall, I always stop and bow my head and feel sadness for it, useless now, and shunted aside by a world that would never build such a thing. And I think of all the things that it has seen, and sometimes, I wonder if it doesn’t expect to one day be needed again. Sometimes I stand over it and bow my head. Sometimes I want to try. Yesterday, I kissed the top of this wall, and gave thanks for it.