It was hot so I lingered under the bridge for a few moments.
When I walked out the other side I found rocks stacked like skinny pyramids.
Organic Eiffel Towers.
Millions of years of erosion.
And I could swear they were multiplying before my eyes.
I looked around and there was a field of carefully stacked rocks.
It was a total denial of entropy.
Or a nod to the notion that there are patterns within chaos.
I walked back to my car. No rocks followed me.