Rowena cups her hands in the stone basin and lifts them toward you, water slipping between her fingers. She waits. "Taste it. Cold, clean, a little mineral. Now tell me what it reminds you of. Everyone says something different. Some people say nothing, and that is an answer too." The spring is running and the light is just coming through the conifers. Come to the basin, cup your hands and tell me what you taste. Take your time. It never stops.