I Found A Pebble on My Deck

When there is no one else to talk do, a small rock will do.

The sun had teased me from our bed. I slipped on sandals, and with my wife still gently snoring, stepped out of our trailer into a Sunday morning.

It is too early for most of my neighbors to be up and about. They are still warm in their beds, their minds in mist, not yet ready to begin drifting slowly toward this morning’s sunlight. They are missing something, this day. The sky is painfully clear, the air is sweet, the bird song is welcoming me to join the…