I didn’t plan it. I was just staring at it through the window and it said, “C’mon up.” The whole hill said it at once. Who could resist?
I dress for it and sling my camera around my neck. I check out little corners here and there that I haven’t seen since spring. I study the colors of tree bark and notice the way fallen ferns, still green, decorate the beds of russet oak leaves. I listen to the wind.
Now and then I stop and look up. What I’ve felt the whole time I’ve been here I now see: I am standing in a cathedral.