He remembered a stream and a cave in the rocks from which a cold spring flowed; cool of the cavern in shade from the sun and summer’s heat; group of friends, all young then, many he had not seen or spoken to since.
It was many years ago. Majority of life lived and passed since, but in his morning, it was on his mind. Who was it was that she became?
It was many years ago. Majority of life lived and passed since, but thought was on his mind.
Summer trip, group of friends, innocence of explore and learn upon a river of life; a cave in the rocks, damp shelter of cool from which a cold spring flowed endless and with purity from stone of a mountain heart.
All was aged—body, mind, and memory of—but he knew the spring remained, eternal and everflowing rise from depth of mountain heart.