I am finally getting settled in my new place. I hadn’t slept well for about four days. Between cleaning, putting furniture together, and shopping for necessities—I have been feeling exhausted. I am doing all of this myself and I guess it’s to be expected.
On one of my visits to the library next door, one of the librarians told me that there was a mini waterfall—again with the mini—around the bend. I decided to take a break from cleaning the oven to try and find it.
When I picture a waterfall in my mind it usually has water flowing from the top of a rocky ledge—whether it’s a low ledge or a high ledge—still a rocky ledge. If I see rocks closer to the ground and water flowing among those rocks, wouldn’t that be more like a stream?
I found the covered bridge and not far from the bridge were steps leading to a landing for people to sit and enjoy the sound and sight of flowing water. It doesn’t look like a waterfall to me. Check out the photo. It’s more like a stream emptying from another source. No? Still, I enjoyed my time of quiet in nature—it was healing. I’m sure I will visit the site again since it’s so close to home.
The real waterfalls are in Ithaca. I have been told that they are gorgeous. I’m sure once I am fully settled and before the summer is over, I will visit them.
D.T. Torres 