Pebbles

Pebbles

Staring down, watching your feet sink into the sand, you wander above the tide line, stumbing across naturally polished pebbles, with curves etched effortlessly from the motion of the waves across their coloured bodies, tumbled against each other during wild storms, you stop for a moment, kneel down, reach for one, change your mind, pick another, a better one, you think, it feels so smooth as you rub it between your hands, but you can’t take it with you, it belongs to the beach, so you place it back down, gently, letting it rest with its extended family, and you wander off, content with your discovery, in the knowledge that it although you set it down, as it was, in time it will never naturally be in that same position again, and no-one else will steal your experience, it is special, it is your own