The sun beat down on the vegetation that edged along the stream. At the crest of that pathway, a large stone, held its ground. I couldn’t help but notice the resemblance of a face. I could clearly make out the nose protruding from the side I could see from my vantage point. It gave me the feeling it was watching me. I pondered whether I should move closer, but the water was blocking my direct path. I would have to journey around to the other side to get a better look.

The land was harsh, although different bushes decorated it. Some of the underbrush looked as if it hadn’t seen water for ages. Yet there was a stream, or was it? Maybe it was just a puddle of water and I was taking the long way around for no reason. The only way to know is if I had checked first. But what if I fell in? I was alone, and surely not dressed for a swim.

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