|entering the Mojave desert in Nevada|
I was frustrated by the fact that I was simply speechless...
|there are some huge cactus in the Mojave|
|overlooking the Hoover Dam|
|Native American traditional dance at the top of the Grand Canyon|
... and I realized that what I tried to describe in yesterdays post, was a pretty similar feeling to the one I had when I was standing at the top of the Grand Canyon not even a week ago.
|me! at the top of the canyon|
Suddenly it all made sense. Sometimes words just aren't big enough. Sometimes the only way to describe the beauty before you is to stand silently in its presence, thinking "I'm here, I'm here and this is perfect."
|looking down at the mountains in Nevada from the plane|