Magic at the waterfall

Magic at the waterfall

I love the flowing waterfall,
With graceful sounds it roars,
And flows down the cliff.

The end of the day is fast approaching, my brain is downshifting to first gear, no way to get a good idea. My feet are no longer touching the ground, wandering in the cloud and getting lost in the web. In these conditions, it is difficult for me to find the right idea or the solution to my problems. Fortunately the good weather has arrived, so I decide to close the computer and put on my trainers. Overtime will be tomorrow. A few minutes away from my home, there is a magical place, a natural cauldron fed by a generous waterfall. Its name? La Tine de Conflens. A 15 minute walk and I reach a rocky cirque with numerous caves and a breathtaking waterfall. I think I am on a wild Pacific island. Sitting on a rock, I feel the energy of the waterfall rushing through the worries of the day until they are swept away by the river’s current. I feel light and full of energy, ready to welcome fresh ideas like the water around me.

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