The days I met my babies, seeing a whale for the first time, a Muse concert, my first rainforest and now, Uluru.
I have had this burning need for years to come see it but nothing I'd imagined had compared. The whole thing, that gigantic piece of ancient rock has an energy. I sound like a total hippy. I don't even care. I finally had my moment where my hand touched the rock and I cried.
Big Nancy pants.
I don't know whether it was because I'd achieved something I'd wanted to do for so long or the fact that the whole place felt important. I imagine that's how religious people feel in a well built church.
Where words fail me, photos might help. If you ever get the chance, come here. But maybe do it in winter.