Gunsight rock

There is a cairn, actually a pair of serpentine monoliths, that rise out of the dusty mountainside to form a rudimentary and cobbled gun sight peering over a valley and down to the bay and the city in the hazy distance.  The rock formation sits atop a crest above a boulder strewn plateau and a steep face that plummets all the way to the vineyards below. Somewhere behind the gun sight, a rifle cock in stone sits undiscovered and somewhere below there is a hollow cave that bores deep into the belly of the mountain and whose entrance is covered over with weeds, and shrubs, and fracking stones piled up, and it too is undiscovered.

But it doesn’t take much to know those two simple components of explosive propulsion are there somewhere. After all, what is a gun sight with no mechanism for a bullet or a cannon ball or at the very least a demented paint ball. It is nothing. Just an impotent tool of discerning with no real purpose or application. If a gun sight cannot blaze the path for a high speed projectile, it is nothing but a harmless and forgettable shard of metal or wood or whatever.

So, I know that below those weathered towers, the rest of the beast lays in wait. The whole monster patiently waits, poised to let the lead fly only when it must. The mountain with the gun sight has nothing but time and its is aimed right at SF.