“Returned to the creek, and life became busy and expectant, and the valley echoed with the sounds of bridge-building and a young woman’s laughter, and Marvellous was suddenly wrenched out of old age like a seed potato wrenched out of the familiar comfort of dark.  ….. And Marvellous blossomed, having quite forgotten what an exciting and necessary jolt being needed gave.”

from a Year of Marvellous Ways by Sarah Winman. What a wonderful way with words she has.
It resonates.