[ IP ] The Fountains of Mystery

What is beauty, if not this? Hidden amid a forest of pink-leafed trees. A calm stillness, although it is constantly moving. It is a waterfall, of a clear and perfect blue. The dangerous falls protect the perfectness of the water. 
 
 I have travelled many miles, seen many places. But none which have made me stop like this one. It is unique, I feel as if my journey can not continue. Now I have seen this, I have seen pure beauty itself, what could any other place have to offer? 
 
 I can not stay though. In this place, frozen in time. I must leave, it would be wrong to keep this beauty all to myself. I take a photo; this may be all any other person ever sees of this place. And I move on, searching for the next discovery. Knowing none will ever be as good as this one. 
 
 One last glance back. I feel honoured to have seen this. However reluctant I am to leave, I know I must. I can never stop travelling. 
 Travelling is what I have to do. It is my blessing, and my curse. I can never stay in any one place for long. That is the magic which I am bound to. It keeps the surprise, the beauty, the discovery of a place fresh each time I visit it. But it prevents me from ever making any friends, from keeping a job, from normality. 
 
 But that ’ s okay. I would rather have one moment like this one than a whole lifetime of normal. 

