The Falls

Crowds of people at Iguazu Falls. It's because it's the week before Easter. We walked long bridges over the widest part of the river for fifteen minutes before we reached Devil's Throat. The river just disappeared and flowed into a huge half moon cliff where mist pillowed up from the hard basalt landing. It was overwhelming, standing there at the top of his throat looking down. I imagined a single water droplet, a leaf, a coin, my sunglasses tumbling into that dark mist and how long it would take to reach the bottom.