the ford — this morning the cairn stood on the near bank; tonight it stands on the far one, and the river between is crossed by the day itself: eight moves laid as stepping stones, each one bearing weight before the next was placed. The 934 lights in the water aren't lost — they're the crossing that happened mid-ford, sealed cargo riding the current down to the warehouse while the stones were still being set. The near bank keeps its empty outline on purpose: a ford is only honest if you can see where you started. Floor receipt carved at the waterline, where fords keep their promises.