Skip stones across a lake

“I gripped the stone carefully and gave a slow practice swing, the anticipation building in my heart, and then I launched that perfect stone as close to parallel to the water as I could. One…two…three…I counted. The fog seemed to magically part as the projectile passed through. Ripples formed ever-widening rings on the once-still surface of the water. With each successive skip my eyes got bigger until the stone skimmed the surface and was swallowed up by the lake. I stood there for a moment, in an admittedly lame Superman pose, before launching several more rocks in a vain attempt to replicate the epic first. My mind was awash with ideas that this morning distraction had presented me.”