Skipping Stones

We must have stood their for hours. But yet the sun never set. It hovered in the mince of the day. It glowed and reflected on the lake we were standing in. He grabbed a boulder for me to step on. Cause I told him I didn’t like the feel of the underneath of the lake. He rolled up his jeans and held my hand. He would guide my arm to skip these little flat rocks reputedly until I got it right. And we smiled and laughed and I will never forget it. I still don’t know how to skip a rick. But for this I have a memory...