It is now 10:30 in the evening, and the ephemeral stream flowing out of the hollow and past the house is still running strong. It is so strange at this hour to hear the temporary stream still running in the front yard. The tumbling water is so loud and the tone so clear, I can close my eyes and feel transported to a cool mountain stream. I expect to open my eyes and see the landscape transformed to rhododendron, giant moss-covered boulders, mountain laurel, and small pools hiding brook trout between the tumbling cascades.
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| Ephemeral stream flowing out of the hollow |
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| A representation of the transformation in my mind |
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