The Things We Carry

Every time I visit my sister in Maine I bring home something new, often a piece of granite. My hope has always been that these objects will somehow enable me to instantly conjure images of her whenever I feel the need. As if time and distance won't matter - look at a rock and presto, she will appear out of nowhere and we'll have a great conversation about nothing and everything all at once. Tonight I gathered a few of the granite pieces I've pilfered from various Maine beaches over the years. The conversation with my sister was most excellent.