Yesterday I spent a glorious day on the shores of Lake Superior with a friend.
I couldn't have asked for a more perfect day. The weather was wonderful and the company equally so. We didn't have anything on our agenda except play on the beach, which we did. For many, many hours.
There was rock-picking. Oh yes there was. We spent much of our time picking up the stones, feeling their texture, marveling at the different shapes and colors and how warm they were from the sun.
I skipped a few, kept a few more, and played with some too.
A number of agate-hunters were combing one of the beaches we visited. Some of them walked where the water met the shore, some crawling on their hands and knees digging in the stones, and some of them right in the water with their shoes on.
So when I found a nice little agate among the smooth stones I snuck down to the water and left it, hoping it would make one of those agate-hunters happy.
All of the stress of earlier in the week had been forgotten and replaced with a fullness that comes from a day with your feet on stones and lake breezes.
I hope this weekend give you a similar fullness.
Happy Friday, all.