Sho's dad Will had turned 50 so Faith and I traveled to New Hampshire with their family to celebrate. The path to the Dingle, an old family house, crossed a bridge which crossed a small creek full of stones. Some were monstrous, satiny and cold, others were tiny and rough. They were cold too. There were a few funny whirlpools. It seemed, we thought, the perfect place to build Will's gift.
We spent an afternoon dragging stones into shapes in the water. The idea was to build a 5 and an 0. Most people read it as "so" and we liked that too. Will saw what we meant. The rocks were stacked several layers deep under the water, moved a bit over the next couple days, but for the most part, stayed put.