I came hungry. My soul needing to be filled with something beautiful.

Something that would take my breath away.

It’s dark, but the rising sun will soon engulf the mountain peaks in a fiery blaze of pink and orange tones.

It’s why we’re here sitting in the silent of night. I’m hungry for morning’s light to fill the valley…and to fill me.

We breathe deep here. Our inhales are slower..longer. The air is crisp and cold.

My soul craves to linger right here, but my mind whispers there must be more. More to see, more to discover, more to explore.

But I force my mind to slow to the speed of my soul. To give in to the desire to linger. To move slowly. Letting my eyes drink deeply of the precious picture in front of me.

The sun is cresting now. In the valley low our eyes are naturally drawn upwards to the mountains above. A familiar psalm bubbles up within me.

“I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.”
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The golden leaves of the aspens dance and shimmer with each gentle whisper of the wind. A slow trickling of rain slowly moves into the valley and patters around us. Each droplet reflecting morning’s light.

I crouch down beside the quiet stream trickling by my feet. I let my fingertips caress the top of the cold mountain water flowing by. It brings an aching throb to my hand and a smile to my lips.

Pure exhilaration.

I came here hungry- ready to be filled.

And yet I can’t help but feel I’m leaving with but only a taste.