If there could be words for the most beautiful things in the world, what would be they? They would not be from me, my mind, would they? Could they? The most beautiful things in the world are without words. And this was it. The geese in the hills, the horse, standing, the dog, sitting. The peachy blue colour of the horizon, offset by the mountains of blue and white. The mountains that will never tire my eyes. My eyes are the most beautiful part of me, because they can take-in, reflect all that is God, and those mountains. This life. The words are not words at all, they are not found in this life.
And I would die happy.
