My father was a spectacular mountain.
I couldn’t find the stone on the first day so I slept, and looked again in the light..
The stone was small, smooth, translucent and when I held it I smiled.
It was extremely valuable to me, simply because it was.
I thanked the mountain for the stone, for letting me be there, for the peace. The mountain wished me safe travels, and told me to take the peace with me. I turned around and went back the way I came.
Wherever I am the peace can be found there.
Keep questioning things.