I remember the morning, sunny and bright, and the man who placed these stones in this intriguing pattern.
Silver-haired and of medium build, his face carried an easy, relaxed smile suggesting he enjoyed his environment and his work.
He seemed lost in his own world as he set each stone slowly and with utmost precision.
Interestingly, his hands never left each rock until he was certain of their exact placement.
Not once did a stone slip or fall after he had decided the correct position had been obtained.
One by one, he would set a stone, stand in silent observation, then move on to find and place another.
The process, from beginning to end, took up but a single hour of that sunny morning.
Once his hands left the final stone, he moved back a few steps, bowed with eyes closed and left the beach.
By now his peaceful but powerful work had attracted a small crowd who seemed not to have noticed
the sculptor had vanished.
This picture tells me he hasn’t gone anywhere,
he’s still right here.
K.L. © 2014