A radiant hue

The earth’s architecture, so vast, so varied, has the uncanny power to astonish and even shift the rhythm of our bodies. We cruised steadily forward on a ribbon of smooth grey tarmac, summer blessing the day with a perfect blue sky and a bold yellow sun that promised something unforgettable. The highway buzzed with life with cars streaming past, each filled with people chasing their own little adventures. A forest picnic, a vineyard’s quiet intoxication, a sun-kissed sail across a lake’s shimmering surface.

And us? We were headed to witness one of nature’s most iconic masterpieces: Niagara Falls. As we curved around the final bend, we heard it before we saw it, the deep, thunderous roar of water. Then it appeared: majestic, wild, and alive, pouring endlessly into the gorge below. I had waited years for this, the legendary Maid of the Mist awaited, ready to carry us into nature’s breathless theatre. Under a cloudless sky, we were handed raincoats, sun-yellow, like a private joke. But we knew.