Rocktober

We just went up to the Rocky Mountain National Park a few days ago with our ol' pal Brandon. It was, of course, incredible. Mountains are something I didn't really think I'd get into growing up in Florida. They were always a feature in paintings and illustrations of paradise. Now I live right next to the Rocky Mountains and my brain is ever aware of them. They're beautiful, thought-invoking, inspiring, humbling, all the stuff you'd think they'd be. They're weird too. You get to a certain altitude and trees shrink and life gets sparse. The cold and snowy peaks where rivers are conceived and geology rules. I imagined so many deaths from falling! We were so high up there on giant, jagged, hard, unforgiving rocks! What a time to be alive in this universe, on this planet where there is enough calmness to allow life like mine. I can imagine this planet's molten past and fast-forward through the atmosphere's gradual creation. It took an unimaginable amount of time to solidify this much - and earth's plates are STILL floating around, crashing into and pulling away from each other, forming mountain ranges that appear stationary and infinite and immovable. Sacred.