At work or church I would say that the view was breathtaking, that the climb was invigorating, that watching the sun rise over blue mountains was moving, and I would mean every word. But what I would whisper to you in the quiet is this:
…she reclined like a queen on a cushion of stone and watched birds of prey circling beneath her…
…he grappled with fear and emerged a victor, unafraid to look down…
…I drank in the cool forest air, knelt to feel the stubble of giant fern leaves broken by the careless, traced the initials of lovers carved into the bark of a bent tree…