Rivers
For a moment, I forget where I am. There is nothing in sight. No people, no cities, no cars and no borders. Instead monuments of rock stand still amongst towering cliffs; sitting, listening, waiting. The middle of nowhere to most, but in reality this is the middle of everywhere. You can see in all directions for up to 50 miles; to the south lies the labyrinth of the Green River. To the east, the unimaginable depths of the Maze can be seen plunging into darkness. To the west the sun is quickly setting beneath some daunting storm clouds, painting the sky the usual brilliance. The sheer beauty of it is enough to bring most men to contemplation. Of what? Everything of course, but really nothing at all. We stay to watch the end of the show. Good idea.