I hesitated to breathe. At an elevation of 14,336 feet, the view conquered every stone. On a mountain the very color of thunderstorms, I let the glory of it all ransack my being.
The sunrise drenched me in beams.
The wind pushed me to my knees
where the pebbles pitter-pattered at my feet.
There was no rain because there was no tempest.
…but from that silver mountain, you’d never know the difference between the Spirit and a storm…
God himself said the land and skies were good; but He himself said that the people were very good.
(to be greater than a sunrise, grander than a mountain) I am a blizzard to behold.
~La Plata 2016~