Numinous

So me and Lisa were just lazing in Golden Gate Park, sitting back watching SF’s traditional crazy cloud scudding and dozing and making out. Then she said look up and from our low vantage point on the side of a hill we looked up to the crest. All we could see was verdant grass interspersed with many small wildflowers of varying colours, several cherry blossom trees and the most glorious blue sky hanging infinitely far behind their petals. Green and blue and cherry-pink and dapples of flower colours. It was so beautiful,she remarked to me, and I could only agree, remarking that it was like a scene from Oz. For at that moment, saturated with melatonin and love and lust, I felt the numinous very strongly, but I know it’s just some guy behind the curtain. Maybe I was more into the sublime.