Why do we find ourselves staring at waterfalls as often as we do?
that great timesuck
I can understand
one that’s logical
but a massive shower cooked up by mother nature
with neither a beginning nor an end?
I’d be hard-pressed to explain the appeal
and yet every other year
over the last twelve
I’ve driven an hour and a half to the very top of a falls
in Mt Shasta
in order to pop out, look down
and then drive all the way back to the warm, dry home
I’ve made with my wife.