The town where I live has an ongoing project that involves kids painting inspirational messages on rocks and then placing the rocks around town for people to find.
I happen on them now and then when I’m out with the dog; they’re a lot saccharine, a little poignant, and totally harmless. A typical example looks like this:
One day I found a blue rock hidden between the roots of a tree. I turned it over, expecting a message like “Never Give UP!” or “You Are Loved!” Instead, I received this gem:
Completely made my day.
It pleases me to think that there’s a rogue, proto-artist grade-schooler out there, irritated beyond endurance by the smug banality of the Kindness Rocks and determined to balance the scales in any way she can. I picture her, sitting up late at night, painting little nastygrams to the world and when the moon is low, hiding them around town for our edification.
I kept that rock and I’ve been looking but I’ve never found another like it.
