A strong breeze is blowing up from the basin, creating a deafening quiet that only my breathing breaks as I climb to the peak. My mind yields to the contrast of colors; a photograph is attempted. It fails. The moment of awe is not captured. A memory is grown, but it is stunted. There is something missing. I look at the photo and feel the wind on my face and see a great expanse of color. I remember, but there is no awe. I place myself yet I am still here. - Justin