Small stones are completely colored by the water while the giant stones are partially colored. sometimes, They ask the cloud whom do they prefer. So does, the clouds dissipate. They won’t have to respond that way.
And the giant ones arch its back on sun, drop its shadow to the water. They want every heap of clouds to notice them.
They grow old as the clouds gets immersed within the blues. So, we travel to say them “beautiful“
Aww! these little champs always success to bash out my background story of that stones and clouds.
Branches had been so good to us, waving the dusk, alarming the home relief we must attain
one for the champ!
two for the champ!
And we three on the roll. the fourth one is behind the camera!
We didn’t get to have fish on dinner that day , fishes were too smart to get trapped in that loophole basket..