Constant, Roaring, Unstoppable. My inadequate attempts to describe Great Falls of Tinkers Creek in Bedford's Viaduct Park. Gushing and such just don't cut it. I left the path during a visit and scrambled to the bottom, 10 yards from the constant-flowing curtain of water, swirling pools, splashes & splatters.
It was roaring loud like great music on a road trip and and I tilted back in wonder and smiled. Paused to take pics and video (steady-as-she-pans captain!). Felt the foggy mist, bathed in the afternoon light, celebrated the closeness. It isn't a huge falls, doesn't fancy itself so. This unstoppable volume of energy has no need to brag.
Glad I made time to visit, reveling in this every-time moment, the kind that stamps a beauty mark on your heart. These moments have a right there-ness: close by, accessible, worth sharing.
Reminded me of the father-son trip with my Noah to Niagara Falls a few years ago and the exchange we had with a little old lady and her son. We were standing at the rail awe-ing along with everybody else when we heard this wizened woman shouting in a Slavic-sounding tongue, tears spilling on her cheeks. Her eyes locked on the falls in front of us, she was letting everybody know what was what.
I asked her son to translate and he summarized. She was saying she'd never seen anything that so touched her heart, she was crying because it was so beautiful. She was also lamenting how so many in the world didn't have much water, and here was a inexhaustible-seeming supply. The bitter sweetness of life.
I turned to Noah, making sure he was getting the message. We stood there, together, and heeded the call to embrace the no-doubt-about-it truth of the moment.
No comments:
Post a Comment