Struggle

Here is something I wrote this July when I ways working at Camp Round Meadow.

Man Vs. Nature
Taken with my Yashica TL  Electro on highway 38

Wind hurling in and out of my lungs.
Sweat pouring out of my cells.
I can feel my heart beat as if it was pounding an ancient African rhythm.
Legs moving up and down, back and forth, propelling the feet which are attached to them merely by the means of some tired ankles.
Soles pounding the dust.
Eyes see a haze of brown, and green.
I can feel the thin air leaving me less than satisfied.
Gasping for breath, and energy, I press on.
Relief! I steady strong flow of endorphins rushes into my veins, supplying all of my inner being.
Friendly smiles from passer-byes bring me encouragement.
Up the mountain I tread.
Suddenly, like a beacon of light in a thrashing storm I see a small meadow of sorts, filled with purple, yellow and orange.
I have reached the worlds most beautiful flower bed.
The refreshing calm that these flowers bring me is unique to this day. It may never have the same effect for me.
"Do not worry about tomorrow."
Live everyday for itself, and enjoy all of the beautiful things God has created.