Have you ever seen something so wonderful or breathtaking that the thought of even trying to capture it on camera was borderline insulting? Something that spoke to the very depths of your being so articulately that the only homage you could pay it was your most earnest, full-bodied appreciation?

I could explain the chills down my arms or the warmth of the summer air. You could relate to the wind in my hair from the sunroof and windows being open. We might all be able to understand the therapeutic benefit and enjoyment of singing along with music that is dear to you.

Sometimes a series of events culminates with something gloriously beautiful. I’ve never felt life smile back at me so obviously as it did tonight. I was happy, content and balanced. I was sending out every positive vibe I could muster… and the glorious universe smiled down on me with the most perfect scenery I could have imagined for the drive home. I love the night sky. I love the universe for everything we know and for all of the things about it that have yet to be discovered. I relate to its vastness, to the ‘void’ vacuum of space that separates each body of warmth or cold, life or death, entity and nonentity. I respect and am humbled to be a part of the universe, for no other reason than it is mine and I am its.

We live in perfection - this second, moment, hour, day. We are a part and apart simultaneously. We are integral and unnecessary, and it is all majestic.

This I could not capture on a camera; not on mine or anyone else’s… but it happened. I was there.