A Place of Escape

A Place of Escape
While driving down a long, narrow, winding dirt road, the scenes change rapidly. There are blurs of red, yellow, pink and green. It’s almost like watching your first water color painting run down the page. The terrain begins to change as we as we drive father along. It seems to change from the smooth riding on the dirt roads, to the jagged bumpy dirt roads. As I drive and look up in the distance, I see a small speck of white. As I drive closer, the speck of white turns into this giant slab of marble. I try to stare and marvel at this magnificent work of art, but the suns glare will not allow it. There are lots of p...