Once upon a time there was a rock. This is just one story of the rock.
It had tumbled through through the ocean for millions of miles, and billions of years, to land on the shore somewhere between…
…and the sand.
One November day, an Artist came to the shore to listen to the waves, to smell the salty air, to watch the place where the ocean meets the sky and to put her toes into the chilly, autumn water.
It was a day full of grandeur…
But you see…
The Artist was in love with the shore. She was completely and utterly in love with the shore, this place where the ocean and the sand come together. Everything about it made her heart swoon.
As it happened, she found the rock. It was white and round and smooth.
She held it in her hand and thousands of questions filled her mind… what had the rock seen in its travels to this place? Whales and sharks, pirate ships and mermaids, coral reefs and underwater volcanoes? What had the rock heard as it rode the waves to this place? Dolphin songs and screeching seagulls, crashing waves and thunderstorms, perhaps the very shifting of the tectonic plates? She wondered if the rock was once part of a mountainside, far, far away, or a piece of a slow-moving glacier from long, long ago. Yes, she thought, this rock had been to many places, seen and heard many things. There were many stories inside this rock.
She took it home.
The Artist was also in love with things that grow… flowers, leaves, and trees. Especially trees. That night, she dreamed of the rock and a tree, and watched a new story unfold.
And then, in this story, the Artist, the rock and the tree lived happily ever after.
Such prose – nice toes
Lovely. Great story and great rock. Love always. Peaceful Monday to you, inspiring piece.
The artwork is brilliant. Perhaps my favorite Dar Hosta drawing. Ever.
You’ve got yourself a new picture book, Dar 🙂