Being on a Driveabout gives me time to just sit by a stream.
It was high in the mountains, on a sunny day. A cedar grove was standing guard. A grove that was still, green, bordering on being dark. Sitting by this stream, I was almost too hot. Hundreds of little waterfalls were making a racket upstream. Seems there was a hurry to get downstream, To turn into sparkling gems. Out in the stream in front of me stood a rock. It was noticeable because it was different. It was the biggest around, but not by much. It was darker. It had edges. The other rocks were smooth, made up of warm browns and greens. Next to the bank they shone like jewels. On the bank they were different. Still rounded but the colors were all tending towards white. I threw one in the stream. It splashed me back. And then it transformed, grew, intensified.
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