Pulsing Veins

Granite fissures yield to a fingertip, tracing jagged lines that pulse with the rhythmic tremor of a heartbeat. As the sun dips lower, golden light catches swirling dust above the stones, turning every floating speck into a bright, drifting spark. These cracks swell and branch outward like mycelial webs stretching through damp soil toward an unseen horizon. In this slow expansion, the boundary between skin and mountain thins until the stone breathes in unison with the lungs.