There’s something about waterfalls that draws us to them. Is it the raw, uncontrolled power of water in motion—rushing, crashing, thundering? Is it the feeling of being small by comparison? Or is it the force that’s far bigger than any human that’s what is so magnetic?

I really didn’t want to call it “Waterfalls.” The rebel in me called it “Gravity” to avoid the cliché, given I live on the Canadian side of Niagara Falls. But you know, sometimes, “cliché” just means it’s relatable, and that’s not a bad thing, in my world.

Here’s to embracing the power or simply enjoying the view of Waterfalls.