Zeke was following a sunbeam. This wasn't particularly odd. He'd only made it through the assembly by watching the sunlight reflect off the blonde hair of the girl in front of him, and he was hardly in the mood to sit still now. The sunbeam led him through the halls, until he stopped at a window looking over the mountains.

The stones shone in several variants of peppery grey, and he lifted his camera to photograph it. He looked down at the picture. It was wrong. He made a little sound of frustration, then held his camera up again. It can't catch the pepper stone. He zoomed it to the maximum, and that only barely managed to get the hint of it. 

Pouting, he folded his legs and sat. Using the camera's image as a reference, he started to draw. Streams of colour followed his finger. First he got the broad shapes of the mountains. That was easy. He'd drawn them so many times. The green base he created by passing both hands across the bottom. That wasn't important.

The stones were halfway up, between a jagged shadow-coloured crag and a lone swathe of matte sand. They were flat across the top, angles gently changing the shade and quality of the grey and pepper. This would be the hard piece. He held out his index finger, then decided to use his pinky. With the caution of a ice fisher in summer, he began to add the many, many, dots that had drawn his attention.