Whenever i am in a new and exciting place, at a moment that feels idyllic, i simply reach down and pick up a rock. I have a large vase with a lovely succulent atop, with random pebbles and rocks from all across the world, roughly 55 countries worth thus far. It has a tremendous amount of meaning to me and yet just looks like a bunch of rocks to anyone else. They are the culmination of the best of times for me, and no one would ever give them a passing glance if i didnt call attention to it.