Sitting beside a mountain stream and cooling some hike weary paws alongside the Tubal Cain Trail in the Buckhorn Wilderness.
Like the artery of life giving liquid through the forest falls the stream.
Sometimes barely skimming the rock and yet slippery to cross.
And in the time when the snow melts, misty air all around clears the senses.
Crashing down in places like a salute to the change of seasons.
Or still enough to be a secret gathering place for green life to flourish.
A quiet caress of wonder.
So inspired, we went home and sat next to a pond with a waterfall. It turns out there are some other little creatures who love the water as much as we do.
For the love of the river and living life in the element!