It felt like Niagra Falls and the Grand Canyon colluded in some heavenly sphere and fused into a deep gorge with waterfalls that parade through its harmonious perfection.
A perfection 35 miles southwest of Rochester, New York called Letchworth State Park.
The day I visited, a chilly wind blew through the air and the sharp wintery sun warmed the shadows of spindly, barren trees.
A path traces the gorge’s rim past a misty rainbows and a wobbly bridge that trains still pass over.
Past craggy rocks and the simple beauty of winter’s delicate touch.