Day 8, Part 3: (breathing)

This view…. oh my (insert deity of personal choice). I went up there by myself because Kayla couldn’t make it. I’ll get a panorama of it up as soon as I can, but I haven’t been able to get to compose them of late. I went up there, climbed up the face… and I’m about to sound like a totally over-sensitive douchie-touchie… but I cried. Okay.. it was more like a couple tears (I have to preserve my manliness), but this view quite literally took my breath away. I felt this total freedom.

I whipped out my notebook and tried to write. I say tried because my hands were shaking. The writing came out in long lines, more like symbols than letters. Right now, I couldn’t tell you what I wrote, but I was really experiencing something else up there. The entire history of the world, the expansive beauty of time, lay before me in this concrete, believable landscape. I felt this lightness in my gut, this utter deliverance from the world, and I really felt like I was a part of the Earth, the soil, the cliffs, the sky, the unseen sea, the rivers, the grass.. all of it. Although I know I wasn’t there for long, the moments stretched, and it was so glorious.. I really can’t even come to properly describe it. I wish I could. I wish that every single one of you out there could understand how I felt when I looked at that landscape, but I can’t. You need to go out into the wide world and experience it for yourselves, because it’s the only way that you’ll understand how I felt. I felt small, but I felt immense. I can’t even describe it any more.