Placid waters appeal lies in its tender flow’s rhythm that calls a calm into those watching from the banks, and for encouraging a curiosity that pursues the potential of aquatic life in every reasonable sized body of moving water. While the allure of waterfalls is found in almost the opposing end of the spectrum; the unstoppable rush of force embodying nature’s rampant violence and ferocity that crashes in an explosive flourish as it collides into the receiving basin below it. More often, this basin is of stone, making for a spectacular splash, but to watch water run as a sluice, fall of Eden, back into water, is a rare sight of irony made by the very same Mother Nature who constantly and objectively strives for absolutely efficiency in her design of all things natural that is almost intelligently comedic, like an excellently crafted innuendo. Though slow and easy is usually synonymous with therapeutic methods, the waters that fall in Mulafossur seem to possess both characteristics of a fierce waterfall and the mild tempered river. Serenely, the waters from the sluice slide off fluently, without the affecting the quality of haste, straight and decisively into the sea below. Watching it, I felt a softness lubricates jagged existence, and I realised after trying to capture this memory in language to articulate it in the future, the only adjective apt for this sight is “beautiful”.