#164 - White Stones in Running Water

Where the water has worn away the mud on the hills, there are hard white stones which glimmer in the path unexpectedly. To be honest, I was having a bad day and couldn't lift my eyes above the mud, so those little gleams were just about where it was at. I picked some up and put them in the stream, it felt symbolic somehow, an expression of my wish to pick myself up out of the mud perhaps.