I laid down on the giant rock and stared at the blue sky. The top of the eucalyptus tree and some branches waving this way and that, they rocked gently by the cold breeze of the afternoon, some sounds came from far away. Perhaps the rumor and echos of distant voices came driven by the gentle waves. I felt the heat coming from the interior of the huge rock. I was mesmerized by the heat and the blue sky, my thoughts wandered free and my sight was traveling, following the silhouettes of the mountains, the trees, and this rock, which was carved and sculpted by some ancient people. It has the shape of a chain of mountains. My thoughts flew like a calm river, peaceful and quiet to the horizon. I noticed the buzzards across the sky, flying slowly, describing circles, going up and down, searching, looking and passing the time up there. It came to me instantly and very clear, they were the souls of the ancient people who walked this land a long time ago.