Rapids

I see: Rippling water with white foamy peaks crashing onto weathered down rocks and muddy banks.
I hear: The roar of water rushing by, splashing and hurling itself past anything in its way.
I taste: Lukewarm air, freshened by the running river.
I smell: Water freshened with the minerals from the rock it has traveled though.

I feel: Cool water and the vibrations from its movement surging through the ground under my feet.