The Weight of Stone

We are taught that time is a river, something that flows and leaves us behind. But look at the coast. Look at the way the salt eats the cliff, how the water shapes the land into something that resembles a memory. There is a patience in stone that we cannot possess. It does not hurry to be eroded. It does not ask for the tide to stop. It simply stands, two figures against the grey, enduring the slow violence of the sea. We walk past these things, thinking they are static, unaware that they are in the middle of a long, quiet conversation. They have seen the winters we have not yet lived. They have held the silence that remains when the wind finally dies down. If you stand long enough, you begin to wonder if the stone is waiting for us to leave, or if it is waiting for us to finally understand what it means to stay.

Daniele Leone has captured this stillness in the image titled Two Sisters. It is a reminder that some things do not need to move to be heard. Do you hear them?