A rock is able to capture a moment in the places I love most. They bring to me their own life experience, granting me access to the physical memories I hold of those who matter most to me. A rock has weathered each and every transition over the course of its life, becoming rounder, more compressed, solid, simply through being. When a rock sits in my hand, telling my fingers the most natural, effortless way for it to be held, feeling its weight at the end of my arm, it only reinforces what I know to be true. We’re meant to keep one another company.