As we stood across the bank of the higher than normal Mississinewa river, I took in the formation of the pillars, flaky and pale-toned like a mazapán candy, probably just as fragile. Open spaces between the pillars and the walls of the limestone create small caves, big enough to climb through.
I’m amazed at how much resilience the earth has, as these pillars continue to stand as car traffic passes on top of them. The memories within each layer of rock as animals, winds and human touch graze onto their surface. As I stood across the bank, I thought of the many Miami members of the past who also stood in the same grass, felt the cool wind or the beating sun against their cheeks as they gathered at this wonder.