Sometimes human ingenuity, even in the smallest doses, can be quite enlightening. Today I came across such an example.
I live in a wealthy, mostly snooty suburb that is mostly populated with selfish, stuck up socialites who are more concerned with being seen than doing anything substantial. So, imagine my surprise this evening, while walking on the rails to trails path by my house, when I found the strangest little sculpture.
As I approached it, it’s strangeness, a number of stray rocks formed together in a circle, like a mini-stonehenge, with a gleaming silver object in the middle. Curiosity, it is not surprising, took the better of me, and I moved in to investigate further. The gleaming object, it turned out, was a key, most likely one that a walker had dropped along the path. Some kind soul took the time to set up this little monument to ensure that the unlucky key-owner would come across their wayward key on the journey back home.
I surely admired the sculptor’s creativity, for surely everyone coming across this work of art would have to stop and admire it, and hopefully one of those admirers would turn out to be the rightful owner. Simple, yet beautiful.