"There was no need to row, for the current drifted them steadily to the east. None of them slept nor ate. All that night and all next day they glided eastward, and when the third day dawned — with a brightness you or I could not bear even if we had dark glasses on — they saw a wonder ahead. It was as if a wall stood up between them and the sky, a greenish-grey, trembling, shimmering wall. Then up came the sun, and at its first rising they saw it through the wall and it turned into wonderful rainbow colours. Then they knew that the wall was really a long, tall wave — a wave endlessly fixed in one place as you may often see at the edge of a waterfall. It seemed to be about thirty feet high, and the current was gliding them swiftly towards it. You might have supposed they would have thought of their danger. They didn't. I don't think anyone could have in their position. For now they saw something not only behind the wave but behind the sun. They could not have seen even the sun if their eyes had not been strengthened by the water of the Last Sea. But now they could look at the rising sun and see it clearly and see things beyond it. What they saw — east-ward, beyond the sun — was a range of mountains. It was so high that either they never saw the top of it or they forgot it. None of them remembers seeing any sky in that direction. And the mountains must really have been outside the world. For any mountains even a quarter or a twentieth of that height ought to have had ice and snow on them. But these were warm and green and full of forests and waterfalls however high you looked. And suddenly there came a breeze from the east, tossing the top of the wave into foamy shapes and ruffling the smooth water all round them. It lasted only a second or so but what it brought them in that second none of those three children will ever forget. It brought both a smell and a sound, a musical sound. Edmund and Eustace would never talk about it afterwards. Lucy could only say, "It would break your heart." "Why," said I, "was it so sad?" "Sad!! No," said Lucy. No one in that boat doubted that they were seeing beyond the End of the World into Aslan's country." The Chronicles of Narnia: "The voyage of the Dawn Treader"
The pictures above are today's view from my window. And the above abstract describes what I see. Yes, they are mere red clouds for the majority and most would probably say that the view doesn't even fit the description above. But for me it's different. I don't see what most people see... And it feels sad, like Lucy said, because I'm not there yet. Therefore, like Reepicheep, I long for the day when it will be my turn to travel to the end of the world where Aslan's Country is. Or become like Bilbo when he sailed West and never returned. Or like Lewis himself when he finally found the Island in the West...
I long for the day when I'll be able to fly towards the Holy City, and its castles and cathedrals and all those wonders I see from down here... It may sound pessimistic, even suicidal. But no... I'm longing to "sail" to a better world, to His world... Is there anything more joyful than that?
I was fallen from Paradise and there I long to return........
