I went back to the mountains this week.  Out for a walk in the quiet forest as the late winter afternoon light grew dim, long before I could see it I could hear the sound of the river torrent and the rapids swollen by so much recent rain.  And then as I emerged through the dense pine branches dripping with a gentle rain, a bright river of blue and white light appeared and the roar grew deafening in complete contrast to the silence of the surrounding forest…