July 4, 5:30 AM, Blue Ridge Parkway, Pisgah National Forest. I get out of the car. A cool wind. But not silent. Inside my head, a constant unrelenting monologue. I gasp at the beauty before me and try to quiet my constant companion and saviour, my own ego. I am successful. I take in the back lit sky, the seemingly endless array of mountain ridges before me, the mists in the valley below each painted in their own special hue of blue. From the pure blue of the sky to the dark midnight blue of the mountains to the lighter, almost gray mists below me.
The silence in my head allows me to hear the cacauphany of birdsongs, sung to the approaching dawn by inhabitants here. A breeze brushes the leaves of the wild rhodendren bushes that cover the steep slopes, calling to me. I am in the cross hairs of the Creator. I open my heart to It's magnificence. What I experience here is beyond beauty. What I experience here is Truth. It only lasts an instant. A moment. It lasts forever. Until the next time.
:: Tom 8:54 AM [+] ::
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