Where is our sense of awe? It's hiding in plain sight. In a clear view of a lush mountainside And a cool breeze blowing as you stand on the shore of the ocean at dusk And the vast expanse of stars on a cloudless night. God has given us an infinite number of places To feel small. But who wants to feel small When we've convinced ourselves we're so big?
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I love this! The mountains are my happy place.