sting:

i want that air when you walk out of your tent and its around 7:00am.

i want the sun peering through the gigantic trees towering above me.

which blow my mind because they are all the way up there.

and i'm all the way down here.

i want that specific crisp air that runs up my nose with scents of dirt, pine and morning.

i want the sound of everything working the way they are meant to; in unity.

i even want that dumb bird that squawks right next to you.

my entire being wants that sting so badly.

i think i want it so bad half because i am in love with the mountains but also because i seem to wake up when i am directly in the presence of God's creation.

the joy of just calm peace and no thoughts of what is to come.

simply sitting outside with a blanket, tea, a bible and pen.

soaking up the sting that punches me in the face.

it is so welcomed.

i need me some mountains.

i need me some peace.

i need me some sting.