“Look”. She saw his hand rise and point to the source of that calming sound they were hearing a while now. It was still the beginning of winter and the water was flowing rapidly.
She always loved that sound it makes. She found it stole your troubles and drowned them into its soothing flow.
“Listen”. She said. They stood mesmerised with the sunrays bathing their faces. It was a welcome touch in that cold morning.
Whatever happened, waterfalls had a magical way of making everything better. And of bringing them closer together.
Water, after all, is the source of life.
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