Beautiful World

Sitting in my brother's living room, looking out at Mount Evans in the close distance, thinking about how beautiful the world actually is. From the airplane yesterday, I remember seeing the fields laid out like verdant squares and circles and odd trapezoids, thinking the same thing: the world is a gorgeous place, green and blue with grass, trees and waterways.

I haven't quite figured out whether we human beings as a species will recognize, really realize, that this is the only home we have.

I hope so.