Bridge in the Alps
Through the mist we hear the tinkling splash, the gentle hum of a running water cascading over wet mossy rocks before we see the rushing rippled waters of the mountain stream. Following the path we are guided down to the waters path and allowed safe dry passage across via the small wooden bridge fording our otherwise cold wet feet.
Bringer of life, refreshing and clear the cool water passes down the mountain side in a race as old as time itself. Picturesque and vital at once, beauty to our eyes and ears and tongue, fresh from the snowy caps, running ever to the sea, precious flowing life.