The Radical Flatlander

It took an hour to hike down to the falls. Juban had never seen such towering trees. He thought maybe they were put there to somehow be guardians of this sacred feeling space. He stood on the rocky shore and watched in amazement as the water cascaded over the high cliff. The resulting mist enveloped him offering relief from the unseasonably warm weather. He inched toward the water rushing by and reluctantly submerged his big toe. He couldn’t believe how cold it was on such a hot day. He looked back up at the falls, then to the giant trees and was suddenly very aware of his smallness in the world.