Around the mountain, they form a network of life sustaining green veins snaking through the parched landscape.
As you enter their welcoming and cooling shade, just for a moment the desiccation is forgotten.
Here, it seems that a perpetual Spring resides.
Sitting down, primal senses are engaged and the deep natural connections of this place become manifest.
Tree blending into stream, water evaporating into air, kingfishers slicing that air with iridescent beauty while all life inhales and exhales the encompassing atmosphere.
Along the margins, the flowers that live on in this timeless place attract the bees which in turn are food for the birds that swoop down from the canopy.
Above me, the trees are drinking sunlight and converting it into sweet sugars fuelling yet more riverine denizens.
I too draw in the pure air of this riverbank while my soul and body is nourished by the life around and within me. The greater life of which I am an inextricable part.
I can no more hurt this ecology than I could cut my own flesh and expect no consequence, pain nor sadness.
Lying back I become one with the swirling greens, golds and the sounds of life and river.
Photos: Rio Almodovar at the foot of the mountain. Courtesy of the author — with Peter Pilley.