As you approach a waterfall, no matter where in the world, an anticipation, an excitement washes over your entire being. Perhaps it is a primeval hope awakening in you? The thrill of what you can hear but perhaps as of yet cannot see overwhelms your senses. The air roars with thunder, water crashing against solid rock. The endless pulse of it, the unchanging tempo.

There’s nothing quite like watching the mist rise up in the air, a fine cloud of water blossoming up in front of you, that eventually reaches out and caresses your face with its cold touch. I always become hypnotised by waterfalls. I get captivated by the brink, watching the water tumble over the precipice. As if in slow motion, unable to escape the inevitable. Its like watching eternity.

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