Pebbles

I've started my Graphic Design course at Uni a couple of days ago. I was in one of my English lessons today (which is easy peasy to me) and we had to make a descriptive piece. We had to think about a certain place and mentally settle ourselves there. I don't know why I'd chosen this setting but this was my little story:

Whilst looking down I cannot only see the tip of my toes and feet resting on pebbles and little rocks, I can also see the water flowing by. I remember the sound of an orchestra playing in the background, though it is just the sound of the flowing water. No real instruments used, just the sound of nature. It can't be avoided to notice an arm being lifted and gently tucking one of the pebbles into the water from which I cannot decide what colour it actually is.
As soon as a pebble touches the surface of the water, the water seems to age by the second. Little wrinkles appear in circles around the sinking pebble, flowing away from its target unil it reaches my feet and it is being pushed back again by the little brown and white coloured pebbles. Leaving changing shadows on the water, blue, dark blue, green maybe? Once dissolved my attention goes to the colour of my feet which blend in perfectly with the colours of the pebbles. The bright nail varnish on the toe nails don't suit this peaceful atmosphere, though this strange contradiction portrays a beautiful image, as if it were to be a picture.

Oh wait, I forgot, it is a picture.

To you this story might not mean anything but it wasn't until I was finished writing when I realised what I had actually written about. When I was little I always went to this place, underneath a tree, with my mother. We'd drove for about half an hour to get there and this place officially became my favourite place. It was so peaceful and quiet. Unfortunately after my mother died I'd never went back there, not because I didn't want to but because I don't know where it is. I can't find that exact tree and it would make it even more special when I would be able to find that one special tree. You might think, well what has a tree got to do with pebbles and water. Basically this tree was about one or two meters away from a big river. The river that sounded like an orchestra to me. Those little pebbles and rocks are actually the pebbles and rocks that I'd used to sit on when I visited that tree, as they were lying underneath it. One day I'll find this tree, one day!