Ripple...

Step by step, moving towards a mountain top, I stop. Bending down at a clear, cool pool, breaking the reflection of the clouds, I dip my hand and take a drink. A tiny drop falls from my fingertips; it ripples. I dive in and make a giant splash, it ripples and ripples; the wind rises and ripples the surface of the water. I scream, with joy, with pain; the echo ripples through the mountain tops. I feel the presence of a friend, long gone. It ripples through my blood like an electrical current and I remember what I am supposed to do. I keep walking, step by step.