rapids

I imagined the rapids to look something like this.

(I'm writing this in Tally's point of view)

The water is at its coldest, now that the sun has gone down. As we race

against the rapids on our way to the ruins, I close my eyes to take in the 

moment. It's hard to make out any sound other than the water, crashing

below me. It sounds like I'm surrounded by water falls. We pick up our

speed. The wind is forceful against my face, making sure no loose

hairs are in my way. I can feel the cold water spraying my face. It feels as if 

the droplets are frozen - only to melt away as they come into contact with

my warm skin. I open my eyes once again. I've never seen water so white 

before. Tossing and turning and splashing. Almost like every small wave is

fighting for its place, just to smash against another rock covered in a slimey

moss-esque texture. Even though it was was late in the evening, it smelt like the first crack of dawn. I couldn't quite put my finger on the smell, but the

closest I can come to comparing it to anything would be like freshly cut grass, wet with the morning dew. I know it sounds weird, but that's the best I can do. I lick what little water touches my lip. It's very refreshing. Very cold. It is just enough to keep my mouth from drought. Everything is getting even darker now, but somehow the moon seems to light up the rapids. Making them even more magical. That's how i feel right now... Magical.