Rolling a Smooth Pebble

I scrambled across the rough concrete as evening settled, heading back toward the front porch step! Right beside the dark curb, a smooth round river pebble caught my eye. Without stopping, I drove both feet straight into it with a hearty kick! Click-clack! It skittered along the tarmac, rattling furiously across the ridges of an iron storm drain grate! Clink-ting-tock! The iron bars rang like tiny metal drums under the rolling stone until it bounced safely onto a soft tuft of moss by the curb. My toes are tingling with that wonderful percussive rumble!