If you start at it long enough, the mist begins to feel like a ceiling. Like if all this were in some kind of biosphere. No? Okay I guess I'm just trippin' then.
The rock face reminds me of marble cake and now I'm hungry. And by the way, you know the water is clear when you can count the rocks at the bottom. Not a single ripple either.
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Love is hiking two hours in denim and a button down to meditate on your favorite rock.
Misty mountains, classic oriental-style bridge, lush vegetation, elegant yet gnarly rock face, robust river, and siblings for scale all captured in one frame. Its like the Taroko Gorge sushi roll, except its a picture.