SPIRITS AND THE AFTERLIFE  

It was a small waterfall nestled in a secluded cove, bordered by glistening rocks and silvery birch trees on a carpet of lush green moss. 

The waterfall had two levels. The water jetting from the top was rapid and dangerous, but the second layer was only about six feet high. The uneven rock ledge made the water cascade like a soft curtain to the plunge pool beneath it.

The froth from the waterfall diffused over the still blue-green lake, which reflected the enchanting scenery, before flowing to a small, winding stream that disappeared somewhere on the other side of the lake. 

It was simply the most wonderful sight I've ever seen. Like a fantasy painting captured from the imagination of a master artist. It looked unreal, as if it didn't belong in this forest that was a pain to traverse.