Waterfall I was just standing, watching a waterfall, when I saw the earth flow between the rocks, and spread itself below my feet, heard the hiss at the edge of white water and lake. I felt the air shift, that soft rush on skin, that half formed tear, and I saw my shadow formed on the water, marking my presence, claiming my space. It was only, a moment. It was just long enough to take a photograph, yet it stretched, somehow, enough to see, hear, feel. Then the world took hold, Brought me home again.