Song of the mountain stream.

She calls to me.

I follow, of course.

Twisting and turning through the Vortex.

A leaf in a metaphorical river.

She never stops to think of the consequences.

Of what she might be disturbing.

The damage she might cause.

The history she might be eroding away.

She's a force to be reckoned with.

Powerful, strong, slick and cool.

I hear her everywhere I go.

The song of the Universe.

She has but two words to say.

"Hello Sweetie"