We come upon a stream.
I am drawn to the swirling spray of its fast-flowing shallows.
You are drawn to the clarity of its pooled depth.
We are at peace.

We come upon a mountain.
My gaze is drawn to the slippery and jagged rock that must be traversed to continue our journey.
Your gaze is drawn to the daunting, majestic peak that is our destination.
We are at peace.

We come upon a village.
I am drawn to the reputation and authority of the elders; seeking their wisdom and advice.
You are drawn to the discarded old witches; the wisdom of their merrymaking and the playfulness in their mischievous spells.
We are at peace.

We come upon another stream.
I am drawn to the clarity of its pooled depth.
You are drawn to the swirling spray of its fast-flowing shallows.
We are at peace.

We come upon a shore alongside a cliff.
I am drawn to the powerful immensity of the sheer rock face.
You are drawn to the lapping advance of the incoming tide.
We are at peace.