I still remember the day when a small boy picked me up and he threw me into that big Pacific Ocean. It was cold at first, but i adapted. As I was falling into the darkness, I would brush against a fish. I hit the bottom. I stayed down there for many years unable to move having barnacles and algea grow on me. It was a different life from when I sat on the warm sand of the beach. now I sit in the cold waiting for someone to rescue me from this dark abyss. Who knows how long it is before I know what warm is.
Barnacle covered Rock
June 17, 2009