Fourth Journey Day 117: Breath of the Forest
The path to Trafalgar Falls was damp but inviting, winding through lush greenery where broad-leafed plants dripped with recent rain. The distant roar of the water grew louder with each step until the twin falls appeared, shrouded in mist. One cascaded cool and powerful, the other warm and soothing, merging into a rocky basin below.
I sat on a boulder near the edge, sketchbook in hand, absorbing the interplay of movement - water crashing down, mist rising, leaves shifting in the breeze. I was fascinated by the contrast, the way the two falls carved different paths yet converged. I traced rough lines, capturing the tension between them, the cool tones of the rushing water against the deep, earthy warmth of the stones.
Later, I dipped my fingers into the warm pool, steam curling above the surface. The air was heavy with moisture, clinging to my skin as if the forest itself were breathing.
As I walked back, a hummingbird hovered near a flower, its wings a blur. I paused to watch its darting movements, thinking about how fleeting moments leave lasting impressions. The sketchbook in my bag held rough ideas for tomorrow's work, but the real essence of the day remained in the sensation-the contrast, the rhythm, the quiet confluence of forces.
