Every pebble note carries a piece of the quiet ritual hours, spent along the waters edge. Collecting stones smoothed by time and touch. And, sometimes I am accompanied by tiny humans wwho remind me that wonder is the best shared one pebble at a time. Back in the basement of soHza sister, they rumble for a week in a soft rhythm that feels almost like crap. When they emerge, the shine with the calm endurance, only person can teach.
