This morning, Maria guided me and the dogs to a new path in the woods, one she found while walking alone. She wanted me to see a beautiful old tree, with a spring bubbling deep in the trunk, there is a pool of dark, cool water in the hold at all times. Fate came to it and drank from it, and Maria and I ran our fingers through it.

It is a mystical tree, I think, old and deep. The hole in the trunk is always full of cool, fresh water.