Robert Frost notes that nothing gold can stay, but this is green not gold.
Often I find that the detours you take in life are more valuable than the destinations you reach. Point in case, Salt Creek Falls was an unexpected detour. While we were unaware of its existence prior to that point, the falls made its presence known and felt.
Masked in mist, the trees seemed suspended in hesitation. Despite their height, if kneel they could, then indeed they would to be closer to the roar of water that declared the forest's decree of constancy.