As she neared the summit, the sun was just clearing the horizon. The day was starting out rather gray, and the sun had to work to clear the clouds. Small rays of light escaped and made their way to earth. She loved to come up here to watch the sunrise. The gray slate-colored rock, dull by any other light, came alive with the reflection of the water that had gathered overnight in the hollows and rills of the rocks. As the dawn sun struck the stone, it appeared to turn to liquid silver, every bit of it taking the sun's reflection and spinning it out and up. The effect only lasted until the water on the surface of the rock evaporated, usually not more than a half-hour, so Megan always tried to be at the top by dawn. As she neared the end of the pathway, she noticed a figure moving near the edge of the cliffs. Her jaw dropped as she realized the figure was male, and completely nude. His view of her was partially blocked by a large pile of rocks next to her, and she quickly ducked down so she could peruse him at her leisure.
