The movement of water over rock carved out this little curved pool at the base of some high cliffs near Red Head. A stream wound its way from miles uphill through barrens, woods and rock. It hugged the rock, mixing with a trickle oozing from the rock face that joined it on its journey to the sea.
It picked up speed as the ground sloped downwards over time and water smoothed rock leaving little bubbles of are and creating bands of foam then darkening as the stony hollow deepened. It became more still ,as if deciding what to do and where to go. It hesitated before taking the final plunge into the salty ocean, relinquishing its sweetness to the cycle that would go on forever.
This pastel has more work left in it, but its heading in the right direction I believe. This pool was found after travelling down a path that only mountain goats would go, that lead to the water and leave you at sea level literally.
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