It was a friends birthday and a bunch of us journeyed to Hollywood to partake of heavenly french toast and pancakes at the Griddle Cafe. This place must have fallen right out of the sky, sprouted wings and a halo, and floated down to earth so we mere mortals could have a taste of heaven! Oh so good! We sang to Amy, who's birthday it was, and laughed and enjoyed ourselves. After this the birthday girl wanted to go to the Griffith Park Observatory so we hopped into cars (there were to many of us to fit into one car) and drove up the hill.
It was here that the glory of the day happened. The day before this rain had come pouring down all over LA. We did not realize what a blessing the rain was until we reached the top of the mountain.
Stepping out of the car and to the edge of the road where the hillside slid down to a winding hiking trail below us we saw beauty. Before us lay LA, a city known for its brown air, completely freed from its hazing vail.
The mountainside rolled from the blue sky to bump and fluctuate like a green lumpy carpet. From a point high up the mountain a light brown dirt trail snaked through the bushy green hills. It was as though we looked upon a quaint diorama of a Mediterranean valley. There should have been dramatic music drifting in the air.
The sun shone bright but a cold breeze pulled at our clothes and rustled the trees here and there on the hills. It kept us chilly but if it had been balmy then it could not have been so magical.
The hills gradually transformed into the suburbs and those changed to buildings of downtown. From far above them they looked much more nice.
But the crazy starstruck feeling came not from the hills or the buildings or the wind, but from father out. We could see the ocean, and it was not the usual foggy line of gray-blue. It was a vast glittering marvel miles away from us. The sun hitting it turned it gold as if King Midas had touched it with is enchanted skin. I wish I could have grown wings and soared toward it in bliss.
The sky was full of fluffy clouds that traveled in towering masses over our heads. their shadows chased each other across the landscape toward the edge of the earth. Light screamed out of the sky and hit the clouds in such a way that it defined a light and dark side. It outlined the beasts with streaks of gold like waves of the Midas sea braking over them.
I wish I could have taken that day right out of time so it would never fade or change. Words are weak things compared to a beauty that makes your soul hurt with longing.
Leaving that day was as if I was saying goodbye to someone I had just met. The instant I saw them I knew I could spend forever in their presence but in saying goodbye I knew I would never see them again as long as I lived. Sad yet bittersweet we drove away from that glory.
God is good. God is Complete.
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