Majestic.

How do I even begin to describe the beauty of Marble Canyon?

The mountains are painted in hues of reds and pinks. The sky is illuminated with more stars than I have ever seen in my life. The fields are colored with greens and yellows. The only sound is the wind. And the only word I can think of that comes even close to describing it is majestic.

There is something about the enormity of the mountains...the way they make you feel so minuscule, but in a comforting way. I'd like to say that it is similar to how I feel next to the skyscrapers of the city, but it can't even compare. Yes, I feel very small and insignificant up against the vertical towers, uneasy and contained. These buildings have come from the hands of men and evoke a feeling of power and control. They tower over me saying, "you are teeny tiny and I can stomp on you." The mountains, however, are massive beings that are natural and envelop me in a way that makes me never want to leave. They make me feel small, but very significant. I have a purpose. These mountains have been made by they hands of something much greater than those of men. They say, "Come, sit awhile, enjoy being teeny tiny."

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