I've never felt as little and as insignificant as I did when I stood in front of the Grand Canyon. None of the photos we took managed to capture the vastness of it, the overwhelming beauty of its mere existence.
The drive from downtown Flagstaff where we stayed for the weekend to Grand Canyon Village was about an hour and a half. On a normal day, it probably would've taken a little less than that, but it was a snowy day and the road was icy enough for drivers to take caution. The scenery of the drive itself gradually changed as we got closer and closer. I can't quite describe my anticipation for it as a first time visitor. Everyone knows what it is and talks about how it's one of the places they'd like to visit someday. I knew I wanted to visit it, but I never thought I'd actually get to. It's kind of like how people say, "I'll definitely move to France one day. In a year, maybe" without actually meaning it or knowing if it'd actually happen. That's how I thought of the Grand Canyon. But then I actually saw it with my own eyes and I didn't know what to do with myself.
Grand Canyon during winter time is even more magical with the snow and strong winds further emphasizing the strength of mother nature compared to ours mere humans taking advantage of everything we touch. "We are so many tiny pieces." It's true. One wrong step and you could easily fall, die, and rejoin the earth as nothing but an ornamental corpse down below where no one can even see you. Kind of like dying at the summit of Mt. Everest. No one can actually retrieve you because it's humanly impossible. Oh, how crazy it is to exist! We visited the Lowell Observatory that night and that too made me question MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE. More on that later because that's sooo much fun to talk about.