Atop a sentinel of rock and snow, a behemoth undisturbed. A cold white mist writhed around and shrouded this serene environment. The soft, mushy snow was enough to provide peace to even the most restless of souls.
Some would compare it to a soft cotton bed; One could embrace heaven’s luxury.
This place was the start of a joyful journey. Beams of amber pierced through the most, applying a generous coat of gold and warmth, as solid ice turned to frazil, forced by gravity’s might to explore the unknown.
Babbling and bobbing about, the new-born stream frolicked about like a child who had just discovered the joy of life and existence.
The rejuvenating aroma of moisture diffused through the air, making its way to the stomates of tireless flora climbing out of little cracks and crevices on this serrated mountain.
It was not paid by before the cold mist cleared, revealing an enchanting emerald-green carpet that stretched beyond the horizon.
Flicks of black and grey flapped ferociously across the diamond blue skies, occasionally stopping by to perch upon a weathered rock or two.
The stream, inquisitive and mischievous splashed at them, hoping to make a new friend, perhaps?
Regardless, the time had come for a daring leap of faith, as the stream split into a million columns of water in an uncontrolled frenzy, its magnificent transparency turned opaque as bits and pieces of stone cried out for help, only to be washed away mercilessly by an unstoppable force of nature/. It roared with all its might.
The stream had now coalesced into a calm, wise river. Miniscule particles deposited below, with a dazzling sheen; Someone had sprinkled glitter all upon the riverbed.
Complementing this enchanting effect was the chorus of millions of brown-red sparrows, singing in unison with the sweet tune of a Christmas choir. The nutmeg scent of Christmas joy radiated from the healthy and hydrated mausoleum of bark and birch all around.
Pillars of white and silver threaded through the apertures formed by autumn of bushy leaves.
That was when a peculiar four-legged wonder would visit the riverside. There was much diversity between these creatures, yet they came for one sole purpose: To unleash their jaws upon the peaceful body of water, snatching up mouthfuls of azure-blue reinvigorating elixir, followed by grunts and howls of satisfaction.
Now and then, there would be a sight that would fill one with dread; Eyeballs would be forced deep into their dull caves out of fear. An innocent lifeform would lay spewed up like a broken spider-crab on the tarry shingle of the morning.
The water would be dyed a rich blood-red with the cadaver and rotting stench washed away by this ever-exploring yet tired river.
Finally, it was time for this exhausted young stream to reach its final destination. It would bid goodbye one last time to its abode of origin, lapping against the coastline and joining the ever-welcoming tides and embracing the final course of its eventful journey.
