Spring now. Clock change. The air: lemony, powdery; the pulse quickening.

A day to make offerings,not to a god, but to a spirit; benign, strokeable

but not to be snapped between thumb and forefinger. Find, then,

a fitting tall stone: a menhir, in an alignment. There will be fissures:

cracks down which you can trickle loose change. This is like feeding

a spirit in a fountain; in a waterfall in a glen. It is expected.

You will find it quite by chance. You will be lucky ever after.