The Spark

The sun is about to set, the day is about to be over. The colors pink, blue, purple, orange and slight yellow fill the sky. The faraway sounds of chatter start to fade over the crashes of the ocean waves that crash over the shore. The hot sand under my feet is now cold as I take off my sun hat. The cool air sways my hair. I take some more steps before taking a seat and while I walk, thoughts swirl through my head. The beach is empty except the few people I have left behind that are now disappearing in the view. I take a seat on top of a huge rock and watch the ocean, the waves, the sky and think….

What is life?

Why am I here?

What is the connection between me and the world?

I watched the ocean waves crash onto the shore leaving the treasures of faraway places on the sand. The seagulls over my head start flying towards the sun. I smile when a tiny spark catches my eyes, I run to see what it is. A small white pebble laid there on the soft sand. How can this little thing be so bright from faraway?

I held the beautiful stone, I held it close to my heart, closed my eyes, and thought of  nothing except the light of the white sparkling pebble and suddenly I felt the glow of the pebble. My tired and weak legs felt strong, my sleepy brain felt wide awake and healthy. I felt that the pebble was part of me like my hands and legs my nose and mouth, but stronger. I felt refreshed, more positive, and calm. I felt like I could do anything. I felt like I was more than who I thought I was, and I know I am part of something big.

I opened my eyes  and smiled as I  looked at the vast ocean once more and walked my way back home with the stone in my hands.