So there is this tree that I drive by every day that I leave the house. A long time ago, this tree grew up around this sharp-edged rock (Probably shale). As it grew, a corner of the rock became lodged in the trunk. And so, the rock was lifted up off the ground (about a foot). You can only see it when you are driving North and sometimes I will go seasons when I forget about it. But it stays with me, like an itch I can’t scratch. As if I could scrape off a scab of longing and ease some pain inside my heart by removing the rock from the tree and dropping it unceremoniously on the ground. I’m usually driving too fast…