I am absolutely okay with being someone who experiences so much delight in things that words fail me, sometimes. I should hope we all fall to bits with joy every now and then.
Also, here’s a rock that I balanced on its edge, and that’s delightful.
Oh I can swoon over a cool rock.
Weird childhood thing - zero interest in geology, but usually had around a dozen rocks I *liked* somewhere in my room. Sometimes they were too perfectly shaped for skipping to be worth risking skipping them, but often just … cool
Oh, for sure. Like, I have cool specific rocks I know the names of, but throughout my life I have also collected what other people would consider gravel just because it had a cool shape/color/texture or because it fit so nicely in my hand. 😄
