A perennial rainbow. A river. A gorge. Nations that use this water as borders. Water white that falls so beautifully it lures humans in millions to witness its - fall.
And a boat from either sides carries those millions as close to the thundering falls of water as possible. A boat of dreams. Dreams of plastic cloak people - babies, couples, kids, seniors ...all hoping not to get wet in that thunder lashing them.
Loving every bit of feeling soaked anyways. They scream in joy. They yelp. They go away wanting to return. Again. And again.
Yet, this is how magnificent nature looks from the top, and how minute those millions. Their plastic blue on the boat jades in front of the pure water blue that surrounded them. God, is probably smiling. Nature, is relishing this human wonderment.
Location: Onguiaahra
Corrupted Current word: Niagara
Age of place: since Ice age
Age of falls: 12,000 years
Future of falls: about a few thousand years
Boat in question: Maid of the mist
Picture courtesy: C Dhinesh Kumar
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