New Years Day.
Looking West from the Rim of the World High School Parking lot. There, across the street, by the edge of the road. A large group of buckskin boulders impervious to the cold.
The icy gale force wind cutting through clothes with unrelenting ease.
Next to the boulders, looking from the cliff, West, to the beyond, there is an island in the evening distance.
Looking West from this perch of 5000 feet, across a hyperactive San Bernardino, to Bi-polar Los Angles and beyond, to a mother of life, the Pacific ocean.
Twenty-six miles of ocean visible then the Island of Catalina.
Dark in the setting sun.
Looking for over one hundred miles.

In an instant the cold was gone and the enormity of the event prevailed.
Such are the moments in our life.

It is as if we look across a table at someone we have know all our lives and see them for the very first time.