I think I got my wonder back this morning.
I was driving to work, coming down what is known as “the cut” on Interstate 64. The rolling hills of southern Indiana form a high ridge just before plunging down to the Ohio River. The Cut is where the D.O.T. literally cut a giant V in the mountain to accommodate the interstate.
As I was coming down the cut, I could see, as I assume all the other drivers could, the whole river valley, spread out in front of me. The grey-green hills on both sides of the river wreathed in feathery mist. The Louisville skyline, windows shining, and the elegant arches of the bridges. The silvery ribbon of the Ohio. All spread out under a canopy of rich red, orange, gold and violet clouds as the sun rose. It was breathtaking.
I turned off my radio, and just sang. Tears welled up. It was that beautiful. I rolled through the downtown, still struck by the awesome beauty all around me. It had such a … cinematic scope to it all this morning, from the mist rising off the river to Muhammed Ali’s faces on the side of his Center. I reconnected to Creator, Creation, and my happy little spot under the gaze of one and snuggled into the other.
Like Genesis, it was good. It was very good.
Here’s hoping that you have a very good weekend, all.