slight sound of running water stilled his step and thought. A little smile crept
up his lips' points as he emerged from the line of trees by the mountain wall.
From a little crevice pure water softly flowed. Something must have been there
lapping it, but left only a shadow when looked at the sapphire stream. He sat
and became still. His motions were the water's motions. His thoughts were the
flow of water. His heart's double-knot began to unfold. The young love whom
he'd loss to Loures was swept downstream. Memories of her sailing from Undine's
shore went, of free accord, toward the lush valley.
deep in contemplation*