On the Red Rocks Campus in Lakewood,Colorado on Monday September 22, 2008

I've found myself sitting in an area where nature meets harmoniously with human development. The hum of a lawn mower resonates from a slight distance as leaves hastily scurry from concrete to grass and everywhere in between. I am surrounded by green, calmly and slightly changing elevation, and harboring brown outcasts who have seen higher places. White mushrooms peek into the sunlit areas of the green sea, as a cricket contently chirps in the dancing shadows cast by the ever relaxed trees. A gentle, warm wind caresses me, and then moves on to urge the tree's stubborn branches to greet all who care to look. A uniform line of a motley bunch of cars sits behind me, slightly hidden by the protective trees along that bank. The breeze presents me with the sweet, smooth smell of freshly cut grass it its busy tour of the grounds. The sun comes out of its hiding with the grey cloud to warm my shoulders to delightful comfort. The distant murmur of conversation blends with the wind's playful rustling of important papers. Focused students lean against the ever providing trees and read that passages they were suppose to read the night before, or study for the impending test. Still others walk in a relaxed tempo to where ever they might need or want to go. I recline against a rock and am drawn to a bright yellow fire hydrant. In this instant, I need not worry or fret about life's important obstacles. I have wasted to much time fretting.