The sky here is an ever changing display. Contrast, hue, and the subtle canvas of a story unfinished---this is the reality of this place. With the desert to the west, the Rockies all around us, and this division of water released to reflect back the beauty of the grace of experience. Each of my senses contributes to the legacy of creation. I stand here, even calloused against such an moment, suspended in belief. This, all this, it cannot be prescribed as accidental. Indeed, there is purpose in such a display of wonder. It is, in the slightest, a mere hint at the face of God and as much as some would prefer to define such power in finite detail, I prefer only the boundaries of space, a cross, and a future extending far beyond this moment.
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