The first hint of power whispered through the twilight riding the cool evening breeze. Lighting here and there, touching, tasting, searching.
Power... looking for a place to call home.
The pink serpentine mist crackled with blue and lavender sparks as it made its way through the ancient grove of Aspen trees meandering toward the creek Water... always attracts life and life generates power. Power yawns stretching its long limber tentacles deep into the early morning light The crackle of excitement lingers... as power slides... forward toward its destiny.