Preikestolen

I know exactly what it'll look like.

I'll walk up the smooth rock slowly, wanting to preserve the moment I'm in awe of the view.

I'll get to the edge. You better believe I'll look down.

I'll try to understand how the earth is round and how it is so incomprehensibly huge as I stare into the distance.

I'll peer into the water thousands of feet below, and pretend I can see my reflection, if not my house from here.

Something will speak to me. 'Look at that,' it will say, 'Now this is beauty, this is the meaning of it all.'

I'll wonder how that's true of water and rock. But the wind will blow in my face as I stare for miles and start to see.