Depth Sounding

I marched down the garden path and halted right beside a stout concrete birdbath filled with sunlit water. Resting in the dirt at the base was a splendid, water-smoothed river stone, cool and heavy as an iron weight. I snatched it up with both padded hands to admire its density, then leaned straight over the wide rim. Releasing my grip, I let it drop dead center. PLUNK! A lively splash sent a ring of cool droplets leaping into the air, speckling my cheeks with spray. The stone plunged straight down, striking the concrete bottom with a solid clink before settling fast like an anchor in port. Ripples chased each other to the edges while I chuckled with delight!