A Quiet Conversation Among the Rocks

I often feel that the rocks around me are involved in a never-ending conversation. This isn't something you hear so much as something you feel. In this case, the rocks look like they are waiting for something to happen. If they are, they are going to have a long wait. Nothing much happens out here in the high desert except an occasional rainstorm or windstorm. There is not even much snow in the winter. That is one reason the rocks can stand out.