move me

I have been in and out of posting something for about two months now. It seems the hardest to put something on the page when there is the most to say. So instead, I’m just going to move past everything I have to say and hopefully get back to a place where I can find the smaller moments again.

We’ve had a mild winter in Northeastern Ohio. This week is the first full week of snow, actually, which seems both appropriate and intrusive. A few weeks ago, the picture above happened. There is a wall of rocks in my apartment complex. They hang on the boarders of some shoddily interpreted creative landscaping. In the middle of the night, this rock moved right into the parking lot.

In Death Valley National Park there are boulders that move too, though they are far more enigmatical. They’re found in a part of the park called Racetrack Playa, and though they move convincing distances, no one has actually seen them move. There are a lot of theories, but most geologists now think that despite the fact that Death Valley has some of the highest ground temperatures in the world (up to 165F), the flat basin has been known to freeze. If so, theoretically, the boulders could slide:


Anyway, the year has started off with a lot of surprises, I guess, as years tend to, and full of more distances than ever before . But as I was running, and saw that boulder had moved into the parking lot, it made me happy to be part of this mysterious world of the things that are continuously moving. It makes distances seem almost bearable, geological puzzles, nearly solvable, if only for a moment.