Slow rock

Imagine what the world is like for a rock.

There you are on the exposed face of the cliff connected to a sedimentary stratum laid down millions of years ago, buried in the dark and imperceptibly uplifted until one day, the layer above sheers off and you are exposed to the light.

Then you witness the rhythm of day and night, cold and wet, warmth and sun, literally thousands of times, one hundred thousand times, three hundred thousand times.

You see hundreds of wildfires down in the valley below and you lose count of the storms and your minerals begin to detect trends in amongst the rhythms.

It is warmer than it was.

The storms are more frequent and the dry times are drier and hotter than before.

A rock is around for long enough to detect and begin to understand that nothing ever stays the same.