Mountain streams are exclusive…Not only the scent – you can take it in and imagine every adventure that the stream had to go through to reach you…Not only the energy with which streams polish stones and even boulders…But the infinite freshness, brightness, and novelty with which they amaze us every single time. I can sit by the stream and listen to its autumn lullaby…Quiet whisper of “Good Bye’s” to the falling leaves; hushed song of sympathy to the lonely exposed trees…I will never be tired of looking at stones lined up in amazing labyrinths at the bottom of the stream – variety of shapes, rainbow of colors, multiplicity of texture. Mountain streams…Powerful enough to grind down the mountains; fearless enough to dive into waterfalls; yet gentle enough to sing us to sleep.