As we cower damply at the crossing, the whole road turns to dark liquid flowing towards us - fallen rain racing over blocked drains and overflowing gutters.
Today's small stone.
This first week back at work after the long Christmas holiday has been pretty relentless and tiring. Several times I've had the thought that I absolutely don't have the time or mental space or energy to stop and notice something outside my driven daily preoccupations, to compose even this tiny 'small stone' of words. But I keep finding that it doesn't eat up time or mental space; on the contrary, time stops and new space is created. If you have felt the same reservations, it's not too late to join the International Small Stones Writing Month.