Journal #10

-A strange day in July.."He threw with all his might, but the third stone came skipping back"..-

The water did not move, not a ripple in the water. Silence acorss the entire lake. How is it that it came back to the boy? He threw the stone with all his might, but somehow it came directly back at him. The boy walked towards his beach house, a beautiful lanscape surrounding the house, flowers and toys scattered around the front lawn. He sat on a rock outside of the beach house, to ponder what has just occured. He sits, sky is blue and the sun is the brightest of the day. He sits and thinks of all the possible reasons this could of occured. Maybe the wind was strong, and it just came straight to me? The boy relaizes that it was indeed windy, but not windy enough to carry a rock. The boy looks frustrated and incredibly puzzled. He walks towards the water, strips his clothing and sets it on the sandy beach. He stands, naked, mid-day, on the shore of the lake. He watches the water, a ripple begins to form. A tall flops out of the water, beautiful purple and blue designs. He runs in the water, goes under, opens his green eyes and see's nothing. Dissapointment crosses the boys face. The boy thinks he has frightned this creature, and decides to wait and see if it will appear again. Tredding water, deep in the lake, water just warm enough to be comfortable. He looks into the distance, sun beams on his face, he see's nothing but the boats in the distance. The boys gives up and proceeds back to the shore. Sits down in the sand beside his clothing and watches the water. Eyes not blinking, just waiting to discover what has caused his rock he threw to come skipping back.