More Than ~ Kicking a Stone

Do you ever watch people? I mean in a fun way. Where perhaps families are playing together. Where people are laughing, walking or running. Or children are simply using their imagination.

I have three places from which I love to sit in my house. And while reading or studying, I’m able to enjoy the view outside at the same time. This morning I was sitting near my large living room window, which provides a view to neighbors passing by and the hillside beyond. A family with four children were strolling down the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street. Pulling up the back of the pack was a young boy, maybe 6 or 7 years of age. Totally clueless to the rest, he was kicking a stone as he walked along. If the stone moved onto the grass he would slide over and attempt to return it to the sidewalk in front of him. He continued doing such for as long as I could see.

How is it that in a moment, a flash of time ~ a picture, a story, a song, at times a fragrance and at other times just watching others, can take us back to a memory from our past. Watching this little guy, was watching myself all over again. For years in my elementary school days, I would likewise kick a stone down the sidewalk. Even attempting to kick one all the way to school, which could be a mile or more.

The simple joys that we had as children. Might some of them continue, if only slightly, into our twilight years. Yes, sometimes I still find myself still kicking a stone. Though only a couple times, but none-the-less bringing a smile for doing something so silly. Perhaps if for nothing more ~~ a smile is more than worth the moment.

~~  Let this little one bring a smile for you today ~~