After locking his car in the gravel lot, the young man began the short walk to his cabin. His girlfriend already nestled under the covers inside, he thought about joining her amongst the fabric, getting lost in her arms. But he was distracted for a moment, by a faint dribbling sound. There was a stream about four or five yards from the edge of the gravel trail, which he had not noticed earlier that evening. The looming pines hid this little creek so perfectly, you would think they conspired together long ago. The water was slow moving; He paused for a moment, hearing little *gulps* as the beads of water pooled together and made ever so soft “plunks”. The young man took a deep breath, as if he were about to plunge into that shallow oasis and let the sound wash over him.

“Peaceful, finally” he smiled to himself and continued walking.