Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Passion to the Third Degree .
In the meditation, I barely made it into the enchanted forest area before I noticed the fountain. The past few times, it’s been overflowing and I’ve been drinking from it, as has my visitor.
This time, the water was low. Still as fresh, I think, but much lower in the cups of the fountain. Still gurgling, but not overflowing and plentiful like last time.
I stopped there to drink, but didn’t. All I could notice was the water itself.
That’s as far as I got.