Part 1: Dark Caves, Bright Waters
Once I was walking along a hiking path, now I am not an athletic person or one for hiking but I needed some time to myself so I wandered among the trees, and I came upon a cliff face. Being at the base of this cliff, I could see that it could have been fifty to one hundred feet high. My instinct had told me to run my hand across the rocky surface of the precipice. I closed my eyes as I walked, which I don’t suggest to anyone walking in nature y’know sticks to trip on and all, feeling every crack and crevice, every pebble and stone as some fell because of becoming dislodged at my touch. Soon I came to place in the face where there was nothing at my fingertips. Opening my eyes I could see an opening in the cliff face, no more than four feet wide and five feet high. It’s circular edges were not even in the least but the midday sun did not seem to pierce the darkness of the cave entrance, at least no more than twenty feet. My curiosity wanted to explo...