skipping stones

somehow she finds herself
at the edge of the lake
the bluffs surround her
she is safe in their embrace
the sand is warm between her toes
she is looking for the perfect one
her eyes are drawn to it
she pick it up
it is perfect
smooth, flat, round
the stone is warm
from the hot summer sun
she holds it tight
she remembers a time when
life was beautiful
a time when they would spend hours together
looking for the perfect stone
he would hold her
and show her how to throw it
just right
it would sail and skip
on the surface of the water
there was not a care in the world
life was beautiful
she looks at the stone in her hand
she gets ready
she knows it will sail
he would be proud
she takes a deep breath
and looks over the calm water
where is her peace
she opens her hand
the stone falls soundlessly 
onto the sand 
life was beautiful

7/23/12