6.27.20 // I can still feel...

I can still feel the coolness rushing off the falls.
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I can still picture the way the tiny molecules of water clung to the loose wisps of hair that formed a halo around my head.
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I can still sense the icy water from the recent snowmelt rushing over my exposed feet, halting blood flow, and sending shooting tingles from my pinky toe to calve.
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I can still hear the children laughing, the tots who tagged along on their parent's adventures decked out in bathing suits, unphased by the chill of the water.
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I can still smell the crisp air from the coolness rushing off the falls, a mix of both the new world and the old. Both ancient and modern in one sweeping breath of air, an intoxicating cocktail best enjoyed with deep holding inhales.