I anchored, rowed in and there it was. On the outer island named and famed for its jet-black brimstones, someone had scoured the beach for white stones and graced the island with a benediction invoking a quality all too rare in these times.
On other occasions I’ve landed on the same beach and found the word, “LOVE,” as well as big hearts and a peace sign. I’ve often wondered about the “who?” behind this. Maybe someday the authorship will reveal itself, but no matter, whoever did this was motivated by something special and I thank them, the writers of the white rocks.