He softly stepped to the waters edge,
He stood with his feet shoulder width apart and stared out to sea.
The breaking waves and occasional bird the only noises to be heard.
He turned slowly in a circle absorbing the panorama before kneeling down and after careful inspection selected a handful of stones
before returning to his feet.

In a constant movement he began skimming stones across the surface of the sea,
watching the pools of ripples expand in circles across the subtle waves,
handful after handful skimming stones

his mind somewhere else

- Iain Morrison