The sun was just starting to come up when I walked along the shore. The sound of the waves was really nice in the morning air. I bent down. Picked up a small stone. It was smooth and cool in my hand. For some reason I did not let it go. As I kept walking I found myself picking up stones. Each stone was different. Each stone had its story that the sea had made.
When I held each stone I felt like I was getting pieces of calm. The stones were something in a world that never stops. The ocean kept coming out. It was loud and restless.. My hands were full of quiet stones that did not move.
When I finally stopped my pockets were heavy with stones.. My heart felt lighter. I smiled because I realized that sometimes simple things, like holding a stone by the beach remind you to slow down and just breathe. The stones, by the beach were really nice. Holding the stones made me feel better.
Stones may have no breath but they are important to us.
I also like to collect stones in the sea especially the colored ones. Some are smooth and rough. Likewise ,they are beauty to the sea.
Yeah you right sometimes we do a little thing to enjoy the moment of what we are or where we are..