I was indifferent to a change of motion that was being excavated under my feet upon that great hill. This motion was why I was lagging about.
I walked through the dirt and thought. Beyond the dirty black soil I heard a cascading waterfall. I wandered aimlessly as I approached a raging river which only could be heard and not seen. Perhaps the water had left its river bed and funneled into an invisible ocean. Possibly the water had found unseen paths of escape in the undersoil. I had long awaited expectation of the water rushing towards me. I felt like I was trapped between the hammer and anvil of nature.
I could hear it; the last breath of the water winds nearly tickled me to death. Still I only heard the funneling of water as my roving continued. Then she appeared, the black maiden of water walked along side of me, but I still felt alone. For reasons unknown I felt that I was starting to lose my senses. What is happening to put my mind through such artificial labours or was the maiden of water actually a sorcerer prophecizing nature and my future to cause injury to me and my mind with the powers of witchcraft?
I became wearisome, tired and nostalgic under her spell. I imagined it was midnight in the northern sun and my nomadic wonderings continued with her by my side. The sun was boiling and my skin started to blister; I felt that I would burn away, consumed by the flames of the sun.
I had not slept for days, my eyes blackened and sunken into their sockets; the bones in my body showed prominently. In the end I had also gone blind looking for the answers to the meaning of life. Meanwhile the sorcerer continued to cast her spell upon me and the earth in one of her many forms.
I walked through the dry river bed and all was silent. Then she appeared again and this time the torrent of water rushed before me. I tried to run but it swept me away into the sea. She was everywhere, that sorcerer, that witch that could cast evil upon the earth and man in a pulse of the heart. This she-evil was also known as mother nature.