How many times did I check my coat pocket looking for that item in the last six months since I lost it?
It's nothing special, just a worry stone that my trusted friend gave me. It had the word "Grace" written in gold paint, long since worn away. It had some distinct markings in its shiny blackness. What kind of black stone I don't know, I'm no expert. It's just a smallish black stone of sentimental value.
My partner and I booked a massage. When I was finished my turn, I went for a leisurely walk along the beach while my partner had his turn. The beach was yielding to the incoming tide. The beach never looks the same way twice any time I go, and today was no exception. A few familiar big boulders stood out of the water. A heron meandered her way down the shoreline. The air was fresh and especially sweet just after an autumn downpour. The sun was poking its way out from behind the dissipating clouds, and the stones on the beach were especially glistening and colorful. They caught my eye and I usually leave any beach with a pocketful.
Today, I was attracted to the deep maroon ones. Maroon, like my grandma and grandpa's old Oldsmobile from the 50's. I thought fondly of them pulling up into our driveway, smiling widely. The car came to a stop as it became surrounded by numerous small grandchildren. Our grandparents never arrived without a delicious homemade chocolate cake and a quart of Neapolitan ice-cream. How they loved us!
Back from my daydream, when I got to the car near the end of my partner's treatment, I quickly pulled the assorted stones out of my pocket to feast my eyes on the haul. One particular stone caught my attention. It was a small black stone, kind of flat and oval-shaped with distinctive markings. Unmistakably, it was the missing "Grace" stone.
I can't explain how it happened, but the "Grace" stone is back!
It's not talking, either. ;)
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