The collision of ripples

I’m standing at the edge of calm water. It’s evening time and the day’s light is beginning to fade. The water’s surface is a reflected golden red, and under my feet are stones of numerous potential.

Now walking… I enjoy the sound of my feet’s alliance with these stones. Pebbles, birds, shingles, rustle leaves and sand. My footsteps are disguised, invited to participate with the tune. I’m scanning the floor’s surface. I want to find that perfect stone, the ideal tool for the game ahead. I crunch down and pick one up.