I was walking along my favorite trail a couple of weeks ago – we have had such warm weather that it was like being out in early spring. Now, this section of the trail opened only this year – remember, the Pennypack Trail, as it is known, is built on the site of a former rail line. This phase cuts through a wooded area and runs along the creek. Just beautiful.
The rail line was put in in the 1880’s and ran for about 100 years, then lay dormant until now. So the cuts through the rocks have been exposed for all that time. I was struck by the patterns in the rock faces, for some reason, on this particular day. Think about how this rock never expected to be out in the light of day; it rested underground until the rail line came along and – what do you know, its secrets exposed for us to see.
I noticed how the weather and the seasons had broken the rock face into what looked like a mosaic, almost – I love how the pieces fit together in the way they do, and yet I know at one time, they were one. Time has had an effect on these rocks due to a decision made long ago to route the train line here, and now I stand in the same place, enjoying a sight that would have not occurred if – the train wanted to go somewhere else…
Can’t say why this struck me, but it did. Interesting to think about how many things happen by chance – or do they? I won’t approach that question but instead I will just enjoy the look of these rocks every time I go by them.