The rugged man slammed against the rock. Standing as high as a building, the rock protruded from the side of the hill, dirt covered and rather bland. The banana yellow sun glared off of his skin, heating it red. The soft air buffered at him, threatening to knock him down. His muscles flexed under the strain pulling him upwards, to the end, the top. The ocean blue sky gazed down upon him, pressuring him to fail. Bit by bit the sun got closer, the ground stretching farther away from him. The crisp air tugged at his clothes, combining forces to try and stop him. Prevailing through all of the troubles, he reached the top, seeing his future clearly ahead of him.
June 2, 2009