Niagara Falls

The roar, a constant thunder, not of a storm passing, but a presence, always. Green water, a deceptive calm before the plunge. A lip, vast and unforgiving, relinquishing its hold. Then the white fury, a churning, frothing chaos, swallowing light and sound. Mist rises, a constant veil, kissing skin, dampening air, a rainbow promise when the sun dares to break through. The ground trembles, a subtle vibration, a reminder of the immense power unleashed, endlessly. Tourists gawk, small figures against the immensity, awe etched on their faces. Nature's raw, untamed heart, pouring itself out, a spectacle that humbles, a force that endures. bfa040625