Her boots crunched over leaves, branches and needles. Listening carefully, the sound grew as she refined each step, guided by the whisper, which became a murmur, and built into a babble. She swept the low hanging branches aside to cross into the small meadow.
A sparkle of light reflected on the pool under a waterfall. It tinkled where it trickled down the rocks and clattered insistently where it rushed to the deep quiet.
Backpack shrugged off, she sat on a boulder impatiently peeling off shoes, socks and pants and shirt. No need to investigate, the frigid water would jolt lucidity.
Inspiration for this post came from Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge. She chose the word “Sparkle” to inspire us to some beautiful writing.