an examination of spiritual places

wisdom begins in wonder

Wading further into the water, you quickly find yourself submerged up to your chest. It's cold, and yet there is something comforting and familiar about the sensation of fluid wrapped around you. It's delightful, you decide, even with the lichen that seems determined to cover you like a blanket (or perhaps a smothering, overeager lover, if you had the capacity to understand such things). You like this place.

You like all places, but that is neither here nor there.

"More to ask!" You're close enough now to feel the spray of the waterfall, your head barely above the water if you stand on your toes. Extending your arms out you begin to swim toward it, aiming for a rock near the torrential water which seems as good an entry point as any.