Then, I sat. Can you hear that? Can you hear the water swiftly passing by, pushed by the roaring force of a waterfall somewhere upstream? I still can. It spilled and slipped over rocks, crashed against fallen limbs and trunks, all the while serenading me with it's melodious white noise. Its hum.
My face relaxed so I lied back, my body molding to the slight convex curve of the rock, hoodie wadded up behind my head. And just before a short nap,
I gazed upward and saw this