The Traveling Stone (Intro)

A story based upon life

A soothing rich blue claimed the midday sky. Birds sailed at ease and dove with passion then rose up with patience. The massive sun blistered what lay under it in a fine coat of blazing radiation, including the one single stream that always kept a radical flow. Light greeneries were always found in the water, such as leaves and possibly a few twigs here and there. On a lucky day, a flower petal may have been in the mix or even a whole flower. The stream also occupied much more such as its wildlife. Small species of fish would emerge out in a sudden leap, breaking pace of the water, escalating a minor journey to mid-air and descend back into the clear glimmering liquid in a matter of a single second. Tiny frogs, the size of thumb tacks, spread out on the white-sanded banks of the stream, suited in an expression- less manner. Thousands upon thousands of warmed-themed colored pebbles rested on the river bed, their surfaces…, ever so smooth and weathered down due to constant water erosion. Out of all the beautiful daily occurrence, there was something always bobbling in the stream, something that held its own features but at times felt featureless. It was a stone, widely known as, The Traveling Stone. Holding a decent size of a softball, it trecked through the waters on what seemed to be an endless journey. The shell of the ameuter bolder always changed apperance. On the hard and rough treacherous days of the voyage, violent splits and shy scraps housed on the stones weary surface. Some of the cracks even went to deadly depth in the rock, a split away from cracking in half. However, on a peaceful and delightful day, with the streams current in favor in every way possible, the stone seeked time to repair internally which bled out externally and healed its hard soul and outer layer. It restored to its usual self.