So I know this photo is crap. It can't even compare to the elation I felt when I saw these. We were driving from the hotel to the Mountain West Track and Field Championships. And all of a sudden these gorgeous Rocky Mountains appeared. It blew my mind. It was as if I never saw mountains before. And I felt like a kid again, back in eighth grade, when I saw my first true mountains. I grabbed my notebook and began to right all my emotions down. This is what I came up with:
The awe and wonder I feel when I catch a glimpse of magnificent mountains off in the distance is possibly the truest and purest feeling in the world. It's as if I cannot tear my eyes off their majesty. They beckon to me, inducing curiosity, yet fear at the same time. Their snow-capped peaks glisten in the sunlight as they kiss the clouds floating above. I am overtaken with a sense of smallness, realizing I am merely a human in this vastly great world. Yet I feel pure, organic and ultimately perfectly human. I am filled with joy that such a sight can lead a human in a selfish world to feel humble and tiny. I wish in this moment that all beings in the world could feel the humbleness I feel. Today, instead of feeling as if I could move mountains, the mountains moved me.
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