Some kind of special pleasure I get from the views of #waterfall. I can't say it's some kind of rapture, more like the opposite... some kind of inner calm. The sound of the water acts on me like a relaxant.
I remember that even a stream of water from a faucet flows according to a formula, and this current apparently has not only mathematical but isothermal power.
Even bigger, even stronger, even taller... each of the ones I saw were memorable for their character. And yes, I remember comparing Lavna and Ruskealla, which were different in color. #Kivach is not made up of one "floor". In front of me there is a view of two rapids (ledges). One is smaller, the other is noticeably bigger and, accordingly, more powerful.
Like a perpetual motion machine, the water strives downward, never diminishing its speed and power. I can only envy such persistence. But no... I can still follow suit. Which I think I'll do.