This is a mountain stream in the Smokies, fairly far off the road, deep in a ravine. The foliage hangs low over the water, rhododendron, maple, ash and various other things. Granite predominates, interspersed with a smattering of shale and sandstone. The air is quiet and cool with just the slightest suggestion of gurgling and rustle. I look on the roots of trees and mountains, drink the harmony, wrap the memory carefully in my heart, and move on.