I'm looking forward to crossing the Sierras and seeing great tall pines, the cold wind blow in the evening treetrops peeking at the last bit of sun.. and visiting northernly fish and looking through clear water down to pebbly lake-bottom, and being reminded that love is real and all around us, in the air, and in those we care for. C.S. Lewis says it far better than I:
"The [things] in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them,and what came through them was longing. These things... are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshippers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited."
Dear God-Above,
May we finally arrive in this country and explore it all our live-long lives.
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