The Long Tale No. 7 - The Stream

The water trickled, slowly, down the stream, bubbling over pebbles and through tiny cracks and crevices. Sunlight dappled the water and made it gleam like liquid mercury. Droplets flew from the gently lapping waves and formed yet more ripples on the flowing surface. Clouds of the purest white were reflected deep in the water's being and made the sky and stream seem one and the same. A leaf glided down from the branch of an oak and tentatively touched upon the liquid. The man leant down and retrieved this blemish from the water. And, so, the stream trickled ever on.