the cool night air drifted from the oyxgen starved mountain top carrying wisps of vapour as it, and the downwards collected in the clefts of the stone and into the fronds of suckling ferns, after travelling through the clefted rocks, and bringing forth saps from the deep for the ferns, the vapours reformed into mineral rich waters, which were swept up by all manner of being, to be Vital, to enfresh, to bring life, even unto all, and like a river, so this thread changes course into an oasis, not a gorge of torrent and fomenting torments...and so it goes...
and so we go...