I put my fingers in the water and found it cold. [How could I have foreseen such large a loch?]
I listened to the waterfall until I no longer heard it.
I let my eyes travel from shore to shore very slowly and was amazed at the width of the water. […] And a second time I let my eyes travel over the surface, slowly, from shore to shore, beginning at my feet and ending against the precipice. There is no way like that for savoring the extent of a water surface. This changing of focus in the eye,
Shepherd, Nan. The Living mountain. [1977] Edinburgh: Canongate Books, 2011. Print.