Inside the crack exposed at low tide, thinking about rocks and water, their different strengths. I feel myself drifting, remembering my body is in constant conversation. What is close makes its presence known. I’m breathing in seaweed while watching the waves, feeling the movement of water inside my stomach respond and wondering - how does the water and the rock experience my presence here? I ask the rock, what is it like to feel that age? The wisdom of all that existence.