Pristine

The nearest town was a few hours back, and our final destination was a few hours ahead. They had warned us about altitude sickness in Lima earlier that day, that we shouldn’t try and do too much at first, and this particular point, we were told, was sixteen-thousand feet. But there was something about the rich hue of the blue water that filled my sleepy traveler's body with energy and had me running with almost a complete disregard for thin air. I realized quickly, chest burning, what a difference altitude makes.

It dawned on me that the water was so incredibly blue because nothing had ever been put in it. I was overwhelmed by the purity of the location and stood for a while, hands behind my head, hoping to capture the scene forever in a panoramic memory of beauty and awe. I wondered at how many untouched places there might be across the globe, and whether or not they would stay that way. And for a moment, in a very small way, I understood what it meant for the Maker to look over His creation and see that it was good.

posted by Cameron Lawrence at 14:21