Endless Horizon

It was well into the afternoon now, and Molly realized she was nearing the end of her energy. She paused to drink another mouthful of warm water from the bottle. She wanted to head southeast—toward, she reckoned, her familiar beach—but the forest that way was very dense, so she would need to go east a little more before turning south.
Just as she rounded the dense section of forest and started southward, a sound made her freeze in her tracks. It was faint, but it was a sound she’d been desperately hoping to hear: running water! The sound came from the northeast, so she hurried in that direction. The trickling sound got louder and more distinct as she approached a clearing.
Parting some flowering shrubs, she crested a small rise; and there it was. Rivulets of water cascaded down mossy rocks comprising the lowest third of the cliff wall and dripped into a pool. The pool was crystal clear, at least 30 feet long and nearly as wide. The still surface reflected the wispy, pale pink clouds of the early sunset sky, the dark cliffs looming overhead, and the grass and trees on the opposite shore. From the southern end of the pool clearing, Molly could hear the faint burble of an outlet stream.
Molly was transfixed, and she sat down on a big rock. There were several at this end of the pool. She had never seen anything so beautiful! Emotions of relief and gratitude washed over her. She allowed herself to fully absorb the fact that had there been no water on the island, it would have amounted to a death sentence. But now…now she had a chance.