The cyclones of sparkling light make me feel like some sorcerer's apprentice who's toying with two very large magic wands. Awe keeps me awake this evening, not insomnia. It is more than sitting in the midst of one of nature's grand spectacles that keeps me on deck. There are moments of great tenderness in life. Fleeting periods that must be cherished.
Life is a blessing.
It is my own particular flaw that I am best able to find this gentle notion of what it means to be a human being when I'm off alone in some potentially hostile place. It is the memory of this feeling that draws me to the mountains and to the ocean. I've had the same sense of awe and wonder in civilization too, but here I find less noise and more clarity. As William Blake would phrase it, it is as if I can hold eternity in the palm of my hand. Out here, I may cut my tender feet.