The Eons That Mountains And Deserts Know

If there is magic on this planet,
it is contained in water.
Once in a lifetime, perhaps, one escapes the actual confines of the flesh. Once in a lifetime, if one is lucky, one so merges with sunlight and air and running water that whole eons, the eons that mountains and deserts know, might pass in a single afternoon without discomfort. The mind has sunk away into its beginnings among old roots and the obscure tricklings and movings that stir inanimate things. Like the charmed fairy circle into which a man once stepped, and upon emergence learned that a whole century had passed in a single night, one can never quite define this secret. It has something to do, I am sure, with common water. Its substance reaches everywhere. It touches the past and prepares the future. It moves under the poles and wanders thinly in the heights of air. It can assume forms of exquisite perfection in a snowflake, or strip the living to a shining bone cast up by the sea.
--Loren Eiseley

Crystal Rapid
Rebeca Méndez: At Any Given Moment, River #1
from behind Ribbon Falls
Rebeca Méndez: At Any Given Moment, River #2
near Elves Chasm