You work and tire to climb the rock, and your insignificant thoughts drip off you with your beads of sweat. Once they hit the red earth, the arizona sun swiftly burns them up. And once you get to the top you feel so unburdened, so light on your feet, and the wind is blowing just strong enough, you think it might just take you away. Sweep you into the blue oblivion, and why not? There’s nothing weighing you down at that point.