Skipping Stones

As I sit here on Joia Beach, pouring my passion into the ivory keys of this hot rod red splendid typewriter, I can't help but pause to look at the twinkling, shimmering lights of the Miami skyline standing proud in the dark, in anticipation for the New Year countdown, seeming to shine just for me. I am lucky to live in such a place, to behold such a sight, and to have a landing pad for my everbuzzing thoughts, and I look out here at the breezy crowd, and I yearn for them all to share in this feeling of catharsis, and so, in lieu of a hundred typewriters, this I propose; that we all find a stone, a nice flat one and tif terite all your troubles & toss it—Sentothe water, with all your might! skipping