God is in Utah

I never wrote about my trip to Utah. God lives there, right on the border with Colorado. Or at least he was there recently.

I don't know what to say about my trip. I lived in a canyon at 5500 feet looking up at cliffs that were at 7000 feet. I hiked a butte that had petroglyphs on the lower cliff. I saw the leftovers from a mountain lion's lunch. I saw anthills made from crystals of every color, little grape-nuts sized crystals. I was stared down by a bighorn sheep, with his yellow, sideways-slitted eyes. I was out of breath up around 10000 feet looking down on Wolf's Creek Fault, the first time I've ever seen a fault line.

I really don't have words. Check out my pictures.

harmony

So Wednesday morning was our first day after electing Obama. It was a crisp fall morning in Ohio, but the sun was warm. I went outside the office to take a phone call and have a cig. When I was finishing up my call, two young black men were walking to class nearby. They were singing in harmony, and they just kind of floated across the field in the morning sun, singing. It was beautiful, and I see the world as a much more beautiful place than I did before Tuesday night.