Why do people stop and Stare in awe? I feel a tug on my soul as I walk over this bridge. Cold air pushes frozen mist into the tiny crevices of my noise. I wipe the drip of the ice melting from the tip of my frozen nostril. What is it about flowing water that gives my mind a stimulus to ponder? Is it the froth that rests at the edge of an ocean’s retreating waves, the froth of water crashing