Story 27 of 48, about 4 minutes to read

The Hidden Voice of Water

A refuge in the song that washes thoughts away

A barely traced path crosses a wood of beeches and chestnuts and opens into a clearing. There a spring sings among the moss, and you draw near with the respect owed to sacred places.

The mind grows wider, clearer, lighter, just like the water flowing beside you.

The whole story is in the book, with its full-page illustration.