Observation #5: In Which I Cry at The Beauty of Life

Amber, the boys, and I were driving through Eastern Colorado in the evening. It was the golden hour, the magic moment when the sun stoops to kiss the earth. There were low clouds scattered and the sunlight broke through the folds, created a sort of curtain on the horizon. Amber and I were listening to a live recording of Bruce Hornsby singing “The End of the Innocence,” and in a beautiful instrumental break, she said, “I’d die to be in the middle of that.” I turned to her, told her we were smack in the middle of it, the human experience. I turned back to the road, let the music wash over me and reached for Amber's hand. I was so grateful for the beauty of this life, and I couldn't help but cry.





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