Peace at Zlatni Rat

I listen to the soft clink of polished rocks
Tumbling as the sea laps the shore.
The only other sound is a
Language I don’t understand,
An enhancement rather than a distraction.

A peaceful morning at Zlatni Rat.
The turquoise water turns navy
Where there’s seaweed underneath.
Buoys round the curve towards the trees,
Hills rise up from the shore.

Smaller stones revealed as I push away a layer.
Running my fingers through them.
Like snowflakes, no two the same -
Gray, white, black, coral, yellow,
And one mini translucent pebble.

I select my favorites carefully,
Lining them up on my towel
To sort and decide which to keep
As a memento of this moment.
Already in love with this day.

I chatter about the rocks, the sea,
The sounds of Croatian spoken nearby.
I talk more when I’m happy.
Nothing else on my mind.
At peace among the pebbles of Zlatni Rat.