It’s just come to me that I’ve experienced the very same feeling in four different places. Coming out the top of Pima Canyon trail north of Tucson to suddenly see a valley of hundreds of square miles open below my feet, unfilled by human habitation. Driving south along the winding Penobscot River for miles from Bangor, Maine, into and out of dells and glens, when over the umpteenth hill comes the entirety of Penobscot Bay into view, dotted with islands. Swimming along a reef in Hawaii and focusing on the colorful fish by my side, casually looking forward for more and finding myself at the reef’s edge looking at a sea so deep blue that I can’t process its existence. Lying on my back in a meadow on a sunny day, trying to look through all the blue above me and finding that the effort hurts my eyes.
The world opens up in some places, and I am reminded how small I am.