Pink, orange, purple, and blue sprawl across the evening horizon, melting into the Pacific Ocean, as frothy white breakers threaten to wage war against the current coastline. A young evergreen just to my right struggles to point to heaven amidst the heavy barrage of wind, stand strong young friend. I am listening to Sigur Ros’ anthem Ara Batur…we are all blessed with moments, moments when everything comes together and but for a moment makes sense. How finite, how frail, how blessed am I, flexing my every muscle against the raging winds of this world. Brother evergreen stand with me, and our Lord, and point on, point on…For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities–his eternal power and divine nature–have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse. Lord, please pardon my excuses.