A Wall of Stone

I pushed past the patio door into the garden. The stones here are dense, rounded, and cold from the soil. One by one, I dragged three heavy river rocks across the flagstones toward the wall. They grated against the masonry, then locked together under my grip into a low barrier. With the barrier set, I lowered my weight and sat against the warm brick, resting thick knuckles on the stone. The open yard is wide. The border holds.