Finally I saw a sign for a waterfall lookout, so I pulled over. The "waterfall," such as it was, was nothing to write home about. It looked more like a dirty class 3 rapid, and it smelled like low tide. So I went for a walk. The only things I could hear were the creek, the birds, and the rain. I was totally alone, and I loved it. I didn't care that it was raining. I didn't care that I was wearing shorts. I didn't care that I was trying to shoot through a plastic bag. I just walked and thought. I loved how green and full of life everything looked. It was fresh and innocent. Being springtime, it was also new and bright. It was what I needed that night, for those 20 minutes I walked alone.
I'm afraid that, though I'm happy with these few pictures, they don't do justice to the cleanness and life that I saw that evening.
Location: North Chagrin Reservation, Willoughby Hills, OH