That happened to me again today.  The first time it happened was in Costa Rica, when I was riding a horse through mountains, and I could see clouds pouring over the peaks and rolling down onto the forests below. 

It happened to me again today at the lake.  The sun was shining, high and bright, the water was pristine, and I could clearly see all of the magnificent hills around the lake. It was so clear that I could see the wind mills that are about 18 miles down the lake! People were being friendly, I could hear local musicians perched about the shore making their wonderful sounds, and I just felt so at rest.  

If you’ve ever seen/felt/heard beauty so powerful, share your story with me!