She felt the cold sand under her naked feet, the thin hairs of slime as she passed her fingertips along the surface of the tunnel, and the change of air flow and temperature when she lifted her palm a mere two inches from the wall’s surface.
Short sips of air caressed her tongue with a metallic tang as she neared the underground pool, and her ears popped as she dropped and gracefully slid down the granite hill worn smooth by generations of the Faithful, balanced on their heels as she was now.
The pool glowed at her approach, and although she felt its welcoming pulse, she could not see it.
Stepping the remaining distance to the water’s edge with confidence, she dipped her fingers into its mineral shallows and lifted her hand to her nose, and then her lips, the scent and taste opening up her remaining two senses.
She cherished these times of connection with the ancestors.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2021)
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