It wasn’t enough for Jude to visit the common spa. As if the very roots which lived within their camps neighboring mountain were summoning Demeter’s son. He splayed palm and fingers against the rock face and focused on their divine song. Enriched with a colorful palette, arrangement, of various soils, swelling the closer he wandered toward the very heart; the core of these hot springs.
Like a dream, minutes ticked by without presence of thought or care. Jude took each step readily into the unknown. Then, that thick summer air turned into a heavenly breeze as the steam at last billowed out of the caves mouth to saturate his pores.
This trail was already clouded by the plants that led him here. He was so pleased to discover that his own curious nature was matched by the harvest. Without hesitation, Jude stepped inside. Rewarded within minutes by the waking opening of a quite mythical looking underground spring. Sapphire blue at the center, stretching out to be framed by thin lines of red then yellow. A hidden lake saturated by the earth’s minerals.
There were few things Jude witnessed in his time much more beautiful than this. Like a young boy again, discovering hidden treasures to call his own. If only for a moment. This was his. He drew off his shirt before letting out a breath in antiscipation. With a click and slide, his jeans also fell to the steam dewed slated rock beneath his feet. He set it all down and began to toe into the glowing hot spring.
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