These stones look like they’re auditioning for a bridge role.

The path led me to a stream that whispered secrets in its soft gurgles. A series of stepping stones lay across the water, inviting but not demanding. Each stone seemed worn by countless soles yet resilient against time. I hesitated at first, not out of fear but out of reverence for the simplicity of it all. The water flowed with an indifference that felt oddly comforting. On the other side, the greenery thickened into an embrace that promised more solitude. There was no rush—just the quiet rhythm of nature and my own measured steps.