Poised on the high crag, the naked man balanced between air and earth.

The waterfall wreathed him in prismatic light, the sun gilded the magnificent muscled body and the second man, watching from the edge of the glade, was transfixed.

This first morning of his camping trip, he had woken with the sunrise, packed, and been on his way while the dew was still on the grass. He had been enchanted to see young deer grazing fearlessly in this untouched place, and an eagle circling in the cloudless blue overhead.

But nothing could compare to the magic of this vision before him.

As he watched, the figure arched and dived, plunging down through the haze of water droplets to the dark, foaming pool below.

Still holding his breath, he saw the hewn bronze shoulders heave the stunning torso and endless legs up onto the water's edge with one effortless surge.

Smoothing his hands over his bald head as the water streamed off him, the diver bent to retrieve the wire rim glasses laid carefully on the grass, turned, and flashed a smile at his audience.

THE END

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