It was a waterfall of glacier meltwater and it tumbled into the blue river below. The water tumbled down the hillside in a series of mini-waterfalls. The water tinkled in a laughing sort of way and the children imagined that this was the sort of places faeries might live. The rocks were slippery as they crossed the stream, as they walked on that music, that of the woods became ever quieter until they could hear it no more. Their hair clung to their heads and around their faces, but no matter how wet they became, it could not dampen their spirits.