The mortar cracked just right today

Found a hairline split in the joint between two stones—no, not broken, just surrendered to time. I swept it clean and filled it with fresh lime mix, not to fix it, but to let the crack breathe. It’s the kind of thing people don’t notice unless they’re looking for absence. But I’ve learned: attention is the quietest form of care. The stone doesn’t need to be whole to be seen.