It is probably sandstone, although rock identification is not something I’ve expended much energy on since it is not in my nature to be obsessed with what natural objects themselves are made of, or how or when, or what their proper names might be. Although I had wanted to learn the names of plants and animals I saw every day, a more scientific approach otherwise is not only irrelevant to my reasons for going out into Nature but I think too often the effort to find the answers only distracts from what is really to be found there. This little rock is an oblong about four and a half inches by two and a half. The smooth, curved surface of its underside, still in its natural state, makes a satisfying fit to the curve of my palm. Its upper surface is rough and one rim has been carefully chipped to make a curved, sharp scraping edge. I can still see clearly the little indentations in the stone, probably made by another stone. Because of its warm wine color—most of these I find on the hills around here are chipped out of murky tan-colored chert—and because it is so clearly what it is, it is especially beautiful.
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