Seldom do I use broken stones in the balances I create. Sometimes they present themselves in a way that make them impossible to overlook. In this instance, choices for top rocks seemed to be eluding me intentionally. Low and behold, buried in the creek was this large stone that caught my eye.  I loosened it from the creeks cold water only to see it was cracked, but of interesting shape.  Slightly disappointed by the fracture, I inspected it from different angles, realizing that fate had taken its toll and this stone was presented for a reason. In my mind I equated it to a wishbone.  This was the lucky half and not just a broken stone.  Good things meant to happen and they did…This balance was finished just as heavy rains and night made their presence.