A hike today in the still snowy woods. One of my favorite waterfalls. Mist from the falls becoming ice as it churns upward towards the sky.
Water raging all around me.
For many moments, I longed to become a part of it,
the soft yet powerful pull of the water.
I sat as closely as I could, trying to draw strength from its mighty waves and sprays. For a moment there, I wanted nothing more than to melt seamlessly into the beautiful white waves. I could smell both the new growth of the woods and silent decay of leaves and ferns.
I long to become a part of it all.