This morning, while out for a walk, I saw a man who was stylishly dressed in maroon and gold pants with a matching maroon hat trimmed with a gold band. He was tuning a guitar and then, just as I passed him, he sang “Why-y-y-y?” That was it. No additional lyrics. Just, “why”.

As I walked on I was tempted to respond, in song of course, “I don’t know,” but I didn’t. I did wonder, though, what prompted the one-word musical query.

The question stayed with me as I walked along the waterfront and noticed that some rocks are bright white and they stand out from all the other dark grey/brown rocks. It didn’t make sense to me. Shouldn’t all the local rocks be of similar origins and colours? So, this is yet another unsolved mystery. I think that guitarist would understand.