Mrs. Fat Man and I stepped out of our room at Chico Hot Springs and were immediately struck by an incredible experience. The moon was full, and the Big Sky was mostly clear. A million stars were visible, and a few clouds were peaking out from behind the mountain peak that was right outside our door. The full bright moon illuminated the clouds from above them which made the outline of the mountain peaks visible. I wish I could have taken a picture of it, but even if I could have, no camera (like no words) would have been able to do it justice. Mrs. Fat Man and I both agree that it was one of the most strikingly beautiful scenes we had ever witnessed. It struck me as a metaphor to a lot of things in life that cannot be captured by words or film or any other media. They can only be experienced. The most obvious one is love; try drawing a picture of that. There are many others, hate, happiness, sorrow, home sickness, and Jesus. The most impactful things in our life on the outer limits of the good and bad spectrums belong to us alone. There seems to be a tender mercy in that somehow.