They say water is odorless, but somehow, I don't know how, but I can smell water. I can hear it too. Gushing, splashing, running freely and powerfully. I can feel little sprinkles of water touch my skin. I can feel the cold liquid under my feet.
Slowly, I flip my lashes open and I can't help my lips that open wide too.
"Wow." The painting in the book was extremely beautiful, so beautiful that it felt like it was actually calling out to me.
And now, standing on a pile of white rocks, cold clean water running under my feet, the cool calm breeze brushing upon my skin and through my hair, I can see it. I can actually witness it live with my own two eyes…
The beauty of this place.
I have never seen a real life waterfall before in my life. The majesty of water mightily pouring down from the mountain, the strong roars of water hitting the rocks as it makes its way down. And the simple beauty of the view.
