The Devil in the Hills - pg. 69

We went the next day. A thin watercourse ran right down the middle of the hollow that divided our hill from the irregular downs, and we descended from the vineyard among fields of millet, until we came to a steep cleft, full of acacias and alders. At the bottom, the thread of water had formed a string of shallow puddles; there was one below a spring, from which we could see only the sky and the screen of briars. During the hot hours the sun beat straight down into it.