A Moment on Worn Stone XLIV

A solitary figure stands upon the vestige of a monument, the lake stretching endlessly behind them. Their form is blurred and shifting as if dissolving into the past that lingers in the stone beneath their feet. The water remains still, waiting, unchanged.

This image, rendered in muted tones and soft textures, meditates on the impermanence of all things. “The past is not a package one can lay away,” wrote Emily Dickinson. This moment proves that history is not something left behind, but something felt, something that shapes every step forward.