Falling for these Falls

So, since I promised that there would be more of those falls, I'm here to come through.

When I was a child, my aunt taught at a school located in an old mill across the street from these falls.  Once a week, I'd go to the school for my piano lesson with her.  Hence, this view was an unquestioned piece of my childhood.

During my Paterson tour, my very excellent guide opened my eyes to just how limited a view this was, by driving me around to the other side.

This, is what we encountered there:

Astounding power,

loud, but strangely still;

frozen, but living.

Radiance,

brilliance,

authority.

 Notice how everything is coated in ice?

The ice crystals that hung in the air settled on the trees and the grass as far as they could travel,

as if to say:

we belong here.

I absorbed all of it through every one of my senses, and thought:

I do too.