Skipping stones in my lake of memories.
Angling each shot.
Like how my grandpa showed me.
Reflecting on my past.
Thinking about the future.
Skipping stones.
Seeing how far I can get.
Enjoying the silence.
Enjoying the breeze.
That brushes gently across my face.
The colour of leaves blanket the ground.
With these stones skipping over water being the only sound.
Enjoying the moment.
What a great day for a day off.
A day off from stress.
A day off to rest.