I have been glued to my chair for a little too long, scavenging for words to majestically describe the most gorgeous sight of them all - the Niagara Falls. That is truly what a beauty she remains.
It would rather be too obvious to muse about the charging thrill racing through my veins before going to the Niagara. Instead, I'll jump to the part where I took a boat with about two hundred others with blue raincoats, to sail on the Niagara, as if the view from the top wasn't enough ( it wasn't).
Maid of the mist
As captivating the name of the boat ride sounds to the ears, it only keeps getting better with every wave the boat clashes, to get us a closer at the gigantic Niagara, while the falls showered on us with its mist carried by the strong winds.
I was aware that the boat would ride us close enough to get stunning pictures, but was clueless that it would take us so close, that it's cold, rejuvenating tiny drops of mist would cloud burst on us, waking us from a magical dream that we were all credulously ambushed into.
It was that time when I was nearest to the falls and to solitude as well. The world seemed nothing but still and my soul felt as light as a feather simultaneously. This is what the feeling which is termed as the "one of the best feelings ever". It was at that spur of time when I had appreciated this world more than ever. A lot more than I thought it could be.
The falls caught on to my heart so tight that, believe it or not, I drove up there again on the very same day to get a glimpse at her beauty under the moonlight, with colorful lights soaking her from Canada, while the sky was brightened with fireworks. Simply one word- Royalty.