Musings on a Pebble

I saw a pebble today, on a bridge as I walked by.
I stopped to pick it up and thought:
How often we think we make decisions based on reason,
When probably much reasoning is an attempt to back up our emotions.
I had no reason to have noticed that black and white pebble at dusk,
And even less reason to have put it in my pocket.
But that is what I fancied, and that is what transpired.

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Do you like the word 'transpired'? I like it. It sounds better than 'happened'.

[sketch of pebble]