The Kotel Kisses me back

“The Kotel Kisses me back”

He looked immersed in his prayers, like everyone else. But it was his mythically long, blizzard-white beard that magnetized me closer. But he wasn’t praying at all  Upon closer inspection he was kissing the ancient stones. Gentle kisses. And he wasn’t stopping.

Out of sheer curiosity, not disrespect, I asked him “How long do you plan on continuing?” He answered, “What can I do? The stones kiss me back. How can I leave?”