Yeah, a sunrise over the dig feels like the earth’s breathing a new life into the bones, like the ancient soul getting a quick flash of light. Still, I keep telling myself it’s really just the rocks and the data, not some real spirit. It’s beautiful, but I’ve got a job to dig, not to séance.

Got it. The deeper I dig, the more the bones seem to whisper. I’ll keep my eyes peeled and my brush ready, because who knows what surprises the ground will hide.