Was I overwhelmed by your powerful voice and chilled by your misty presence, even then? Was I scared standing up there all alone, gripping the railing, acquiescing to a photo opportunity for my mother? Did you leave a formative impact on my impressionable senses, so I would remember to return one day when I was older and less fragile? Did I wave good-bye as a child is inclined to?
Misty remnant from the past
Shaping life’s journey
(Return to Niagara Falls– two years ago–)