Sometimes the sheer beauty of a bend in the trail, the way a shaft of sunlight reaches the forest floor, the bend of a frond of a fern, is enough to stop me in my tracks and savor the moment. And then, all of a sudden, a tiny bit of color catches my eye. Tucked into the curve of a tree root, or hiding in plain sight atop a trail marker, or in any number of fun little hiding spots in the woods, there’s a sign that someone “did” previously discover and savor this exact vista too—by leaving a kindness rock. Continue reading On the Rocks