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.
They followed the trail down the mountain's other side. The landscape changed. The hard, grey bones of the mountain gave way to softer, layered cliffs—tan, rust-red, and slate-grey, stacked like a lopsided cake. geology 1
Leo grinned. For the first time, the mountain didn't look like a place for a picnic. It looked like a story waiting to be read. A hawk cried overhead