i feel the warm august breeze through the cracked open windows
as the sunroof reveals endless spruces and evergreens.
timeless 80’s classics play softly on the aux
as we continue through winding roads and bumpy patches
while myself and two others are on our phones, editing our snaps of the trees.
the car is put in park as we pile out of the car
and walk in a direction where we can’t see green anymore.
i step through muddy paths and hop over bulging rocks from the ground
as prince and springsteen continue on someone’s phone
sweat trickles down my back
as i continue struggling where to step so i wouldn’t fall.
we reach the end of the green
and it was as if time didn’t exist anymore.
they have their phones out to capture whatever what was in front of them.
but all i did was stand in awe of what my eyes perceived.
cotton ball clouds covered parts of what a rainbow would look like
if it covered the entire sky.
purple and pink swarmed above me
as they faded into deep crimsons, peachy oranges, and sunflower yellows.
the sky could have been painted with watercolors and a paintbrush.
i mindlessly take a few steps forward
as the cold water reaches my shins
and dirt and sand intertwine with my toes.
it had been probably five minutes to realize that i was the one my friends were waiting for.
they took the pictures they needed to take
and immediately climbed back into the car to go home
to post on their instagrams for everyone to double tap.
posting several pictures of a setting too beautiful to capture with a small camera
was the last thing on my mind that day.
why display an edited, sharpened, saturated photo
of a colorful sky, crystal clear water, and indescribable emotions
when you can see the beauty for yourself?
life has its picture perfect moments.
but a captured picture isn’t always needed
for people to experience what beauty and fascination the earth holds.
artwork by @rockkhound