Have you ever stood by a river's edge and felt the pull of stories weaving around you? It's a bit like being caught in a dance you didn't know was happening — threads of fate, you might say, twisting and curling into something unexpected. The waterfalls too, they carry whispers in their rush, murmuring secrets to those who dare listen.
Once, I dipped my toes in the cascade, not expecting much except maybe a splash of chill on a warm day. But the water spoke, softly at first, then with a fervor that sent shivers down my spine. It was as if the river held the echoes of choices made and paths not taken. I stood there, part of a timeless conversation between nature and chance.
Sometimes, I wonder if we are all just footprints on a riverbank, defining moment by moment until we're swept away to create new meanings. Casual encounters, just like river stones, smoothed by the constant whispers of untold possibilities.