I have been reading a Louis L’Amour and it has me longing for Colorado.
“Ruth said I was a man who loved to look upon distance, and it was true. There is no majesty like the grand sweep of miles upon miles of mountains and peaks with only the sky above and the silent canyons and timberline slopes below.” -“Bendigo Shafter
I have known that feeling – the thrill of taking in thousands of acres in a single glance from mountain tip to valley. Of seeing tall pines as simply a green blanket draped over the shoulders of rocky peaks.
Somehow I experience the same thrill when I gaze at my little daughter, asleep in her bassinet. The feeling that there is so much here that my eyes can’t take it all in. Even in a lifetime, I won’t grasp the beauty in my view.