Deep under ground in secret places where the light of day rarely reaches there are beings, ancient ones, that live at a different pace than we do. Vastly different. Where we scurry and rush and frenetically hurry through our lives, they move slower, so slowly that we can only imagine their movement.

We must seem like a constant blur to them if they can even see us. Down here in this silent place their lives take place over millennia, their movements so infinitesimal that we can only record them through years of study and careful measurement. Yet these ancient ones have lives, they love, possibly hate, they grow old and surely at some point they die.

This couple has shared a kiss, when and for how long only they can tell. They are slowly moving apart now. The periodic floods with its high rushing water that occasionally flows through their canyon aiding their separation by slowly erasing minute particles from their faces. As they separate, slowly moving away from each other, perhaps they take time to tell each other secrets only they can know. How long have they been lovers… centuries, thousands of centuries, imagine what that would be like, to be in love with someone for nearly an eternity.

It gives one some little comfort to know that as our lives flash by there are things that go on forever whether we’re here or not. Like these two and their stone kisses.