Although not living in Stone- but in Seanhenge, it never ceases to fill this arrogant, cold-blooded, heartless, egoistic and ever so nitpicking and sarcastic agnostic's heart with joy when ...
... seeing leaves on and around stones.
Maybe, this affection roots in another affection.
The affection for a saying the words of which
once perhaps are to be read on my grave-stone:
When the stones are swimming
the leaves will sink.
