Skipping Stones

Near the water is a place you can feel small. I read somewhere that singing makes you feel more relaxed because your exhale is longer than your inhale. Listening to waves made me feel the same. They weren’t necessarily a reminder to breath but a metronome of sorts. 

There was a dog playing in the water next to us. Would push his ball up a hill then back down it would fall, maybe the wave in an inhale would take it further than before. He would bark and wag his tale. Then try to get it out of the undulating water. Again and again, like a happy Sisyphus loving the up and down. His owner drinking a Starbucks out of a Burberry bag. Checking their phone and then reminding the dog to stay close. 

To my other side was three kids tossing stones and whatever they could find into the ocean. Competing with each other to throw the furthest. Which is the only game boys play. Rocks can only be thrown, and something about threes people say is good. 

I should talk though after seeing them I tried to skip stones. In my mind at least trying to get a triple bounce and blaming the bad luck on the waves. They were bigger than back home and the beach sloped too high. 

We left after a few minutes, or we risked staying forever.