Sitting in front of the sea.

sitting in front of the sea.

And no, for now I do not intend to reveal the name of this place, soon I will take you through the streets of this characteristic town, soon you will walk with me on this beach.
Today you will find the stones here.
Each stone is a wave.
Each stone is a shell that you bring to your ear to hear the rumble of the sea.
Each stone is algae, starfish and crab.
Each stone is a bucket, a shovel and the molds.
Each stone is an open umbrella, mom's straw bag and a mid-afternoon popsicle.
Each stone awaits a hand to pick it up.
And then throw it, make it bounce off the surface of the water.
One two three four.
And then down, it settles on the bottom of the sea.
Sea and stones.
And then sometimes, you walk on a beach like this and you find a stone, only one.