Majestic quietude

     I had the amazing experience to go to Kitt Peak and stand on top of this majestic mountain. It is on rare occasions that I feel so small and unimportant. Like today, I felt so tiny.
      As I was driving below the mountain, awaiting to make my ascention, I stared up the 7000ft mountain in complete awe. I knew that in less than 30 minutes, I would be on the top gazing down on the valley.
        Just imagine, being in a valley surrounded by the grandest of mountains. Now imagine scaling one of those mountains and being in what feels like complete control, only knowing that you are just a blip on the radar. I kept thinking about the something bigger and how insignificant I send to the rest of the world, and yet, how truly important I really am. How we are.
        It is so easy to see the vastness of the grand experiences or the grandness of those things that make us feel so small and forget what importance we hold in another's life.
        As I was up there, in the quiet, I just kept thinking over and over...I am loved, I am important, and this mountain proves it. Am I making sense? It's 2 in thr AM, and I am running on a short supply of sleep. If anything, the pictures are pretty. :)

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