Run into the midnight sun.
The cold breeze runs down my back as the warmth from my sweat quickly fades into small crystals upon my skin. The salt has found a momentary crevice in which to instill. It finds a solace here. Its safety is so simple. Its need for escape is found when limits are reached and boundaries are pushed. It releases itself at just the right moment in order to give the body its essential form of relief. And its from this I find myself wondering why natures' simplicity is so routine and methodical. I ask myself why these motions are so complete on a regular basis. It sets a perfect example for how I should be living my life. Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. These are the only four books of the Bible that Jesus teaches in. In a book so large, I often wonder why he doesn't do more talking. Why are these four gospels the only ones to give his message in direct, verbal form? Could it be because this is all we need? God only gives us just enough to believe and have proper, suitable faith....