Page 43 - Master Edtion Book

Waterfall in Winter Dress

In the distance, I can hear the roaring of the
falls. The cold brisk winter air blows through the trees
as they begin their gentle sleep. Leaves turn from
green to multi-colors of gold, yellow, copper, and
brown.

The water flows over the rocky cliff, its blues and
whites whirling around and around, rambling over the
rocky surface in search of its path.

I can see the gentle crystals of ice forming on the
branches from the spray that fills the air, the cliffs
covered with their algae and moss, and soft white
foam rippling outward as though stretching out a
hand.

As I sit in the quiet of the night, I can hear the
crackling of the fire and smell the alder wood
smoke that fills the room. The moon is shining
through the window pane. In the flicker of the
flames, I can envision in my mind this waterfall as
a place that brings peace to my very soul.

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