Here I am, the top of the world (in San Diego at least). And what a sight it is! The sun just rose about 5 minutes ago, and it was glorious. On a complete whim I decided to hike up Black Mountain after staying out all night, and in the end had to run up the second half of the climb in order to witness the spectacle before it happened. And like a classic piece of fiction, it waited for me to get to the top before doing so. Mt. Woodson was the only thing standing between me and the sun, and within just a few seconds of me getting to the top, it showed its fiery face for all of North County to see. The marine layer is absolutely gorgeous, covering all of civilization in a soft white blanket of moisture. You can't see anything except the other high points of the land. It makes you feel like you're on top of a much much taller landmark, like as if miles of clouds exist below you. The air is fresh, wet, new, and contains that smell that only ten seconds before sunrise can bring. Birds are composing, insects are flying from flower to flower, and everything just feels right. I have every right to be wiped out, exhausted, but if anything, I'm revitalized, refueled. God's glory is everywhere, and its magnificence truly knows no bounds. Hallelujah to the Lord of heaven and earth, You are worthy, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power, for You created all things, and by Your will they were created and have their being.
7 months ago
