Gorgeous

When he sees how gorgeous the ridge is just beyond, the runner’s reluctance to go forward turns to zeal to push through the brush choked swale at the bottom. The foliage resists his progress, intensifying the runner’s engagement with the natural world. The branches tear at his clothes and the foliage blocks his vision. Pushing his face deeper into existence than ever before, he notices for the first time that God and gorgeous start with the same two letters. GO.