We’ve been walking by this rock almost every day for a while now. Last week, I decided it looked familiar. Bronze and stone sculptures shaped like big eggs, sometimes with cracks in them. Hmm. Brancusi! The Romanian sculptor made a big impression on me when I saw an exhibit of his work at the Chicago Art Institute when I was a teenager. Brancusi appears to be with me still, even across decades and many miles. I was young and falling in love with art. Something in those sculptures mesmerized me. Now here he is again, on a high desert trail reaching out to me. What’s the message? Maybe–get back to your writing work. You’re burning daylight.