Smooth lake pebble
My lake is huge, it encompasses many miles of woods, large snow tipped mountains loom in the background, at my feet is a smooth dark pebble. I pick it up caressing it’s shape between two fingers, the warmth of the sun shines upon my upturned face. It is so still, the scenery reflects off and it is hard to tell what is the reflection and what is real. I hold my breath, reach out my hand and skip my stone across the glass like surface - no ripple appears upon its surface, I look up and within the sky I see the ripples, ever expanding. Reality is subjective and the eye can be fooled. You are the stone and it’s up to you what ripples you make and where.