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Vast, Part 1

Updated: Aug 10, 2021

There seemed to be an endless sea of rolling hills. An unending sky with thick clouds that float by. The land seems largely untapped; little towns sprinkle the horizons. It is a different kind of beauty in Montana. I am born and raised in Washington and think it is the most beautiful place; green, grey, and rain makes my heart feel at peace. I recently took a trip with a friend to Montana to visit another friend. We took the train, and it is an overnight trip. We woke up in Whitefish and saw the foggy lake surrounded by trees. It was like waking up in a magic land. It seemed untouched and undisturbed.

The lyrics from the song “How Deep the Father’s Love for Us” kept running through my head. “How vast beyond all measure,” Montana is seemingly vast beyond measure. Places that don’t seem to end and have no visible marks by man. These rolling hills that feel frozen from the moment they were placed there. Clouds float through the sky with unobstructed views of where they end and where they begin. Montana is filled with overwhelming vastness.

I was there sans any children so waking up and drinking my morning coffee watching the clouds float over the hills and mountains provided that fleeting deep peace to my soul. There was no onslaught of questions. There was no noise. Very simple peace and quiet. In this stage of life, I have to take and hold onto those moments as long as I can.

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