and all of a sudden, I am water rushing, gnawing down billions of years of rock, sediment by sediment, no words, no need for words, nobody to answer to when my company is only antelope, swathes of green and dust, the mountains, no questions, just acceptance of my low crisp roar filtering through valleys, maybe someday spilling out to pool somewhere, maybe under an alcove, circling, settling, to grow warm under the red sun, but that is a ways from here, and how could a force of nature ever feel alone?