What is it about rocks and sticks and boys?
Skipping stones along the top of the calm lake.
“Flat rocks work best,” he said.
I was curious so I found a flat rock and threw it at a slant.
Plunk. It didn’t skip.
Instead, I passed the time gazing
at the surrounding pine trees, the lake, the sky.
I passed the time finger painting in the visible patch of sand and small stones.
I finger painted shapes and swirls and found joy in the moment. When I was done, I was
going to take a photo and then decided not to. A few moments later, a small current
caused the water to erase my sand painting. I smiled, knowing, it was best that way.