I love a good rock
UmberDove
What is it about a good rock?
The way it fits in your palm? The smoothed grit of a surface tumbled hard by the surf? The dull clang of a trio packed tightly in a back pocket? The way they hold the heat of the day and the chill of the ocean?
Or is it the way they whisper softly, in their low rocky voices...
"paint me"
?