I love the water. I love the way it sounds, the way it flows, the way it finds its way into every crevice that it engulfs. If I came here with my eyes closed, I could still imagine exactly what this creek would look like by the way the water sounds trickling down the rocks. At a first glance, it is much easier to hear the beauty of this creek than to see it. I wonder where this water has been and where it is going; it looks as if it has a destination in mind. Does it feel excitement flowing swiftly down the creek as if it were on its way to a waterfall? Joseph Jones stated "Even the flintiest of the flinty-minded, who are to be encountered in Academia as well as in the barracks or countinghouses, know that the spirit at times requires what the mind cannot supply. They recall at least a few moments when their lives have been profoundly touched by something reaching them out of nature" (163). This is what the sound of the trickling water does for me; it soothes and calms my spirit. Why do people make CD's and other gadgets that imitate sounds of nature? Doesn't it do so much more for our souls when we go outside in the actual surroundings? There are several different kinds of reflections in the water. Underneath the bridge it looks as if there is a hologram on the wall. I see nothing but the motion of the water flickering upon the stone. As I look in a collection of water beneath my feet, I see a whole different picture. I can see color-the gray stone bridge, the blue sky, the brown tree limbs waving in the air. From the words of John Daniel, "When we go into nature, we will expect the things we see to reveal themselves, to tender their full value merely by lying in our field of vision" (595). What I see in the water is moss, leaves, sticks, but what does that little insect see as it sits on the edge of the rock looking into the water? It is not any bigger than a fly, but I can see its front legs rubbing together as if it is about to divulge in a huge feast. The trees are fascinating. They are not very attractive, but they are extremely intricate. The roots expand everywhere. It is one massive entanglement of wood that twists and turns and looks like a thousand fingers pulling back the dirt and rocks so the water can flow through. Looking at the street, the giant fountain tries to compete with the creek. It has many special jets to make the water shoot up powerfully and impressively. However, as soon as you look at the creek you can see it is so much more beautiful. The creek has no one to impress, no reason to shoot up in the air.