"Never shall I forget these glad cascade songs, the low booming, the roaring, the keen, silvery clashing of the cool wat...

"Never shall I forget these glad cascade songs, the low booming, the roaring, the keen, silvery clashing of the cool water rushing exulting from form to form beneath irised spray; or in the deep still night seen white in the darkness, and its multitude of voices sounding still more impressively sublime."

📜 John Muir, My First Summer in The Sierra, 1869
📍Yosemite National Park, California