This good sized rock, more than a stone but not quite a boulder, in Embudo Canyon in the Albuquerque foothills, is not where it should be.

It appears it was removed from a nearby mound of dirt and was carefully placed on the trail Alex and I are now trekking down. We can see the hole imprint in the mound where the rock used to sleep.

” Let’s move it back, ” Alex jokes.

I  think before I act, occasionally.

If we move the rock back will the cosmic order be disturbed? How far do we want to go to impose our will on the natural world? Has moving rocks become against the law in an open space monitored by cameras and posted signs? Do I want to hurt myself? Maybe the rock likes it right where someone else placed it?

We walk past the crime scene, move on down the trail.

I’m suspecting someone else will eventually put the rock back where it was.

We were made with free will and my free will tells me to keep walking this morning.

This scene has man’s fingerprints all over it and I’m not going to touch anything.

 

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