No Heavy Stone

A stone cannot be so heavy that it may fit in the coarse denim pocket of a pair of cutoffs. Smooth and sun-warmed, the stone plucked from a sandy beach encapsulates the secret of summer to be kept safe in a cardboard box hidden under the bed only the be recovered in mid-winter when the lights are out at night and the moon is ashamed to show its face as it pulls the tides up and down, threatening the shore and then retreating back to its home in the sea.