Geology 1 Today

"Water?" Leo asked, watching a trickle of meltwater from a snowfield above run down the rock face.

A hawk cried overhead. The wind picked up, carrying a few grains of sand from the granite peak towards the distant valley. The story was still moving. geology 1

She looked from the fossil to the distant peak where the granite began. "So you see, Leo, this mountain isn't one thing. It's a library. The bottom floors are fire and strength. The middle floors are mud and time and ghosts of the deep. And the top…" She looked up at the jagged peak. "The top is the latest chapter, still being written." "Water

Then she led him to a different spot, where the solid granite crumbled into gritty sand. "Now look. The enemy." The story was still moving

Leo stopped fidgeting. "Fire?"