Cobblestones

Gray stones protrude from the ground along the street. The spaces between them allow for a rumble as a car passes over them. Each stone has a unique pattern of wear with the edges rounded. Some are cracked, other remain whole.
Walking on the stones requires balance and sensitivity for clean movement. The leather of shoes makes a slap slap sound. The imprint of a cobblestone on a crepe sole provides an irregular slightly rounded shape.
The impact of the rough ride over cobblestones on a headache is monstrous. Each jolt sends searing pain through the top of the head. Every moment the pain increases with swells and ebbs like the tides of the ocean.
The sound of the horses’ hooves as they traverse cobblestones is different from that of travel on dirt or concrete. The clip clop is nowhere near as uniform as concrete. The sound is more subdued on dirt. The clip is cut off and the clop echoes strangely as the hooves strike the uneven surface of the cobblestones.
Shades of gray strike the eye interspersed with darkness between each stone. The separate stones arrange themselves in a pattern created for their own amusement. They choose the level of wear they each will tolerate and embody it as a metaphor for the cares of life.
What lives between the stones? Is there organic life intermingled with the stone? Did these stones ever wish they could have been larger, part of Stonehenge? Are they satisfied with their lot? What do stones dream if they dream? Mobility would seem to be an important wish for stones. Maybe this is the viewpoint of a mobile lifeform.
The stones wonder about the rush and bustle of the human and animal kingdom. They run here and there and are always in a hurry, crisscrossing the stones so many times in a day. The rush does not allow the animals to have true contemplation, they move too swiftly to really meditate on the great questions.
Cobblestones have found the meaning of life and would love to share it with the bustling masses. Humans be still enough and the stones will speak to you, all your questions in life will be answered if only you could slow yourself to the speed of cobblestones.