From the hike on Mt. Jefferson:
Dim shapes loom in the blackness
ancient firs, pines, and spruce
forming the pillars that support the sky above us.
Underfoot the needles form a carpet
ushering you in to the palace
letting you know
you are welcome here.
There is a hush in the air
things are quiet
only brief murmurs can be heard in the silence
with the sunrise
you enter the throne room
and see the king
rising above you
It seems far easier to recognize your place in the world when you're in the right context.