At Home

This weekend I got to spent some time in Colorado with the family and hike in the mountains. There is nothing like the exhilarating feeling of reaching a summit, majestic mountain views, wind-blown hair, chilly toes dipped in stream water, the smell of fresh, crisp air, wildflowers, and the sun on my face. This is just one spectacular view from St. Mary's Glacier.



Because I am no poet, I will have to steal these lines from Edna St. Vincent Millay in her famous poem God's World.

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy mists that roll and rise!
Thy woods this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!

Long have I known a glory in it all,
But never knew I this;
Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart, -- Lord, I do fear
Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year;
My soul is all but out of me, -- let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.