The rock on my window sill is for my feet.

My bed is arranged underneath the one window in my room. Because of this the window sill becomes a collecting area for litter, soiled dishes, various nick-knacks, and all sorts of detritus. I usually sit on my bed as I watch tv or use the computer and I tend to put whatever I'm holding on the window sill. Once I'm finished with what I am doing I get up and leave, forgetting whatever it might have been I placed on the sill. This is why my window sill almost always seems so filthy and gross.

Amongst the filth, though, is a small trapezoidal piece of granite. It's just your normal gray rock with black crystals and bits of clear quartz that make it glisten in the sun when you look closely. My friend Greg brought it down from the top of a mountain for me. We'd tried to climb this mountain three times before; pretty halfheartedly the first two times--we were content to fish all day both times, we were armed with fly fishing equipment and we caught fish like we had never caught fish before--and the third found us way off route and too lazy to retrace our tracks and continue on the correct path--I think we spent the rest of that trip fishing as well. This was the fourth attempt and after gaining the scimitar shaped pass named "Scimitar Pass" with soaking wet feet because I was wearing low-top leather shoes in deep wet snow and seeing that there was still miles of snow slogging to go I decided that enough was enough and that my feet deserved to be dry and comfortable, not cold and wet, blistering and pruningeven though they'd worked so hard for me, getting me up thousands of feet of boulders and wet slippery snow. I told Greg to bring me down a rock from the summit so that I could put it back when I climbed it on my fifth attempt.

This rock's for my feet. We've been through some pretty miserable times, you've been cut, bruised, soaked, blistered, sprained, broken, and treated with complete indifference. No more! When we drop that rock back off on top of Mt. Sill, you'll be comfortable, I promise. If it's winter, you'll be warm and dry, I promise. If it's summer, you'll get to shred rock and be soaked in an ice cold stream after.