It is the end of a working day. I usually just do like all the others, and my car goes with the flow. This is the access to the ramp to the highway i normally take 5 days a week heading home. Everyday i want to stop and go in that small garden of rocks. There is something Zen about this concrete rock garden, difficult to explain. There is no parking place to go there, there is no real safe way to go there, nobody is supposed to be there... But that does not stop me. I want to just go touch the rocks and spend a moment, in the middle of early august urban orderly chaos. These pieces of mountain or canyons were once surrounded by god knows what. Now, they are witnesses of traffic, seasons and indifference. Yesterday, I stopped and walked near them. Touched them and sat for a little moment on them. I was amused and happy. The car drivers must have wondered what i was doing there... I just created another bubble of joy for myself and i love to collect those bubbles.
p.s. The little red dot on the second rock...is my little digital cam pouch lol, i had to leave a mark ;-).