I wash my face five times, before I feel the tears subside.
After a deep breath, I'm finally able to speak.
"We're here." I say, knowing full well this is the stream from my visions.
"Here, where is here?"
"The place in my vision." I rise, and I step into the stream, ankle deep, just like my visions.
"What are you doing?" He asks me, but I somehow am unwillingly not feeling inclined to answer.
I just follow my feelings, and I walk up the stream.
Elias follows, keeping my pace on the dry edge of the stream.
I keep walking, until I see it.
The sheen, the gleamer refracting the sun.
But what strikes me as odd, is, the sun is obscured by the trees overhead, so, where is the light coming from?
I feel a pull towards it, but I'm hesitant, so I close my eyes, take another deep breath, then I reach for it.
My hand sinks into the water, and the flow is a gentle brush on my skin.