Bubbly white trills churning with energy and spilling with life.
Iceland has many waterfalls. In my ten-day tour around the rim of the island, we stopped to admire at least one a day. I never tired of them. Here is a sample of the sights.
Gushing water fills my ears and awakens my spirit. Water droplets performing in drill precision consume my gaze, luring me to a sense of oneness with the water. The flow, at first alarming, becomes comforting, reassuring in its constancy. Quick water. Fleet as my life. Shall we fall together?
Here is a post about a trip to another waterfall, Niagara Falls.
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