Something made its way forward from the vortex of Gabriel’s wings. A singular force, both highly contested and deeply felt. A conundrum of sorts in brotherhood of motion and character. Through my soul it seemed as I sensed the presence. Walking within one could see the characteristic reflection of smooth rocks being touched by water, yet neither rain nor water fountain were present. Turning I sensed the fluttering sensation of wind on wings. The morning opened as light emerged. Even the unmovable rocks below the sky drawn clouds felt this powerful energy from heaven and back in flight. The fluctuations in rhythm though stood out to me as a binary stasis of something alone and worth mentioning. From whence sound, becomes silence, we begin to understand an echo travels alone, yet gathers eternity. S. Kamber Rising Appalachia - Agua de la Madre https://youtu.be/4Q3R7nZXUOo?si=m9bCIw6jK4Y6_aA2