Best of Both

            A few miles outside of the city, my house sits on the country side. In front of the two story beauty is a pond carved into the Earth by God’s perfect hand. Pine trees perform as body guards surrounding the fields of the freshly turned hay.

            Just a few moments before I walked out on my back porch, a cloud came through to drop off a gift. The air still lingered with the cleanliness that pierced the back of my throat. It still had the heavy texture to the air almost as if I could shape my own masterpiece. I gazed out to the lush field and saw the variety of flowers and grasses perk up and sing to the sky once more. I suddenly caught a familiar scent of smoked barbeque from my house triggering the past. As I looked beyond “the protectors”, and I focused a little closer, I found there was a deeper meaning in the painted sky. Below, the storm was dark, dreadful, and disastrous, the only part that we can see. It almost reminded me of hell, expressing a sense of belittlement and fear.  Above, the cloud was gorgeous! All I saw was blinding bright lights intertwined with a light lavender and a delicate rosy tinge. To me this resembled Heaven effusing peace and trustworthiness. But there was a line isolating these two contrasting pictures. The line was almost playing a role of Earth. Earth has the best of both, the good and bad need each other to define what either of them really are.

After I came back to reality, I noticed I was outside for thirty minutes, so I took a picture so I could always remember the moment I came to conclusions about many problems. This way of nature put me at peace with myself.