I went on a missions trip to Jamaica once. We were working at a children's home that sits at the top of the Blue Mountains. I will never forget the refreshing mountain air, cool and pure. Birds of Paradise, ferns, Hibiscus and other unfamiliar tropical flowers lined the mountains ledge. Beyond was the city of Kingston, and beyond still, the ocean. The colors of water and sky blended in the distance and it was hard to tell where the water ended and the sky began. Each evening, billowing clouds would roll by and the sky was set ablaze with a radiant sunset. Unless you have made the winding fourteen mile trek up that mountain, you will not fully know what I mean in spite of my best attempt at describing it. You have to see it for yourself.