Pebbles

Imagine you sit quietly here in the sun, on the sand, beside a shallow stream.

The water sparkles and gleams, makes its way laughingly over a carpet of coloured stones.

Idly, you dangle your hand in the water. 

Clear and cold, your fingers caress the smooth round surface of a pebble. 

Dripping, you lift it out, water coursing down your arm, your hand. 

Note the slippery seal-skin surface, cut with white quartz.

Intrigued, you dip again, reveal a shiny stone, laced with citrine. 

Soon you have a little stack of varied stones beside you. 

You caress them, keep a few, plop some back in the water.

Often you visit, sit a little time, dip your hand in, nestle a stone on your palm.

My site is this place. A collection - quiet repose, reflection, sensation and imagination.

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Mimosa Rocks © Jennifer Phillips