The Wisdom of Rocks

The magic of birdsong never seems less magical than when it wakes you up at 4am. I’d been drifting in and out of sleep all night, with a bag full of clothes being a less than comfortable pillow, but now the birds were feeling maximally talkative and there was no point in trying to doze off again.

My best friend and I were walking in Jura Krakowsko-Czesta…