Its been a while since Ive written on this thinger.  Since taking my blogging abeyance, I have witnessed the splendor of a qauint german town through a crystal chain of falling water. Well below, a thin, cool mist glazed two sun-kissed faces. Within this frame, lucent beads of moisture graced the bridge of her nose, absorbing rich green hues.  Sunlight pierced the leafy deck, accenting her olive skin, her mysterious eastern radiance. 

There we sat, on our bench. Never before had I sought such refuge in raging water. She held my right hand with both of hers. I awoke. Off to the right, a mother and father passed with their son on the trail.  I smiled nervously at them.  My cascading cover I quickly regained and muffled thoughts begat jubilation.  Nights of shrill incantation drown in crushing undercurrents.  I heard only her voice tethered in the falls, gracefully releasing me.