I open my eyes and I see what I can only describe as God. God is beaming, pushing, glowing between the individual needles of the pine tree across the creek. God is the symmetrical ray of light, illuminating the granite wall that towers over the right side of our camp. God is the visible aura surrounding every single rock and plant and tree in my field of vision. God is the air. God is everything, glowing, pouring, floating, waiting. I see him because I want to see him. I see him because he is there.
