Pittsburgh MCG - Nikki - Day 2

And all the world here is a stark silence, a melody of soundlessness. But this quiet place was so loud in Time. It was the roar of eruptions, the slip of fiery magma, the whoosh of sliding seas and the periods of quiet when molten rock is setting to create this lush, green land that is now Yellowstone. It’s silent when we stood atop the whole world, it seemed, and peered down upon Grand Prismatic. The spring was a rainbow of the purest colors, shades and hues that break your heart.

There are times when sound is the most important of all. Words that express what lie in our hearts, words that tell what we never could by simply existing. Words tell a life. And today, I learned a life. Her name is Sarah, and she came here to refresh her life. She’s here for two months to remember life’s purpose. The experience has changed her life forever. Talking to her has changed my life forever.

We are all engraved into the park. We cut into it, and as it bleeds beauty into our memory, we leave nothing but our own secret thoughts. We all pass by unnoticed, leaving no trail, but as we will never forget these days, we leave our metaphorical mark on the very mountains we intend to climb. The gravity of being here leaves me without words.