A Stone Along the Water

I hopped onto the gentle, rumbling city bus and watched the sunlit streets glide by until I arrived at the River Walk. Stepping carefully down the cypress-shaded steps, I found a wide limestone railing overlooking the green water. Sitting right in a shallow dip of the mortar was a smooth, ocean-blue sea glass pebble, rubbed soft by many tides. I rested my front hooves on the warm limestone ledge, quietly nudging the little blue fragment with my nose. It shifted with a gentle scrape and nestled snugly into the stone groove, catching the cool reflections rippling up from the canal below.