Awaking to the distinct smell of the desert, my eyes open to a sky lit by countless stars. My lips slightly chapped by the night breeze that detoured me from unzipping my mummy bag and its warmth. I could focus though the darkness and see the ridgeline that lead to the summit where we would soon be resting atop the mountain gazing to the east watching his beautiful argument lure us ever closer to himself.
As we weaved around the creosote and black brush and scrambled up the rocks towards the summit, I knew he was glorified by our pace. The summit stood ahead, but there was no direct path forged to its vantage. We would scramble up one way to only see a steep drop or a thicket of cacti blocking the way, turning we'd find another path. A few times, we took what looked to be the easiest way up, only to turn back and take the more difficult route we had detoured from. The hike started to climb ever upward and we placed step after step toward that summit block.
On the summit a large rock sheltered us from the chilling wind. Our backs leaning up against the rock, we tried to cover our exposed skin from the cold. The stars began to fade. Darkness retreating to the other side of the world. He spoke the words and we saw the horizon take to light. The dull pastels briefly painted the high stratus clouds, then the fire was set. The rocky ridge far to east set the stage for him to show us how faithful he is. We continued to watch the transformation of light in the heavens when we saw the man in the clouds.
We can climb mountains. We can stand on their summits and see the world you sculpted. Our goal is no longer the mountain top, but the clouds you stood on. I want to be caught up with you in the clouds.
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