Filament

Latourell Falls, Columbia Gorge, Oregon. I am looking upstream through the lush vegetation, supersaturated from the mist that hangs in the air, trapped in the dark basalt ampitheater. The creek above descends the mountain and plunges straight off the volcanic cliff, adorned with lichen patches. The fall is a single rope of water, twisting and fraying as it drops, two hundred and fifty feet, all air. It is like a filament against that dark rock, a bright connection between two worlds. Energy races down that column and then starts back up it in a pulverized spray of molecules. The creek, reconstructed, races to the river. But we run on a different current. The connections between us are not as visible--love, respect, trust, honesty. Break them and the bond is gone, the light between you is betrayed. Filaments are fragile things. The fall can dry up, the tungsten can break, the soul falter. I let the fall blur in my vision, wishing there was one look, one act, one word that would make it right.

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Latourell Falls, Columbia Gorge, Oregon. I am looking upstream through the lush vegetation, supersaturated from the mist that hangs in the air, trapped in the dark basalt ampitheater. The creek above descends the mountain and plunges straight off the volcanic cliff, adorned with lichen patches. The fall is a single rope of water, twisting and fraying as it drops, two hundred and fifty feet, all air. It is like a filament against that dark rock, a bright connection between two worlds. Energy races down that column and then starts back up it in a pulverized spray of molecules. The creek, reconstructed, races to the river. But we run on a different current. The connections between us are not as visible--love, respect, trust, honesty. Break them and the bond is gone, the light between you is betrayed. Filaments are fragile things. The fall can dry up, the tungsten can break, the soul falter. I let the fall blur in my vision, wishing there was one look, one act, one word that would make it right.