I'm a man on trip into the heart of the burning sun. i walk alone with a beautiful woman by my side. I do my best to avoid the potholes that plague my path. I didn't even know they were there till recently. I thought the surface of whole world was dirt, mud and rocks. All of it. The people who floated by me smiling, I thought... I didn't know what to think. So I pretended to float and smile myself... I'd scrutinize their faces to gage the success of my mimic. They always disapproved. And Bang! Just then, I'd find myself face down in a pothole, a ditch. But now, for some reason, I noticed that there's pavement all around... smooth, black, warm. And oddly it feels like it's always been there. And the people who I thought were floating, where just walking on a level surface paved for them, years ago. I bet you they never even noticed the sun, let alone tried to walk through it. They probably looked at me and wondered why I chose to fall from ditch to ditch. They don't know that some us are born without the resources and infrastructure for paved roads. It's hard to learn to stay on the road so late in life. This weekend I stared at the sun so intently as I walked toward it, that I veered off and BANG! In a ditch again. I twisted my ankle! Damn Pothole... No sweat. A lot of pain never hurt no one. Only when I'm afraid of being afraid does the pain hurt. So, I make friends with my throbbing foot... I learned this recently. Although, I'm still pretty poor at it... But I limp onward, inward, toward the burning sun. Someone told me... or maybe I saw it myself once... that there's a cabin on a lake beyond the sun... and the weather is always cool spring... can you imagine a crisp, green morning without the sun burning you from the inside out. I can't. Wow! If I get there I'll let you know. I promise. I'm not just saying that to make friends, or to have my pictures admired and get rich and famous. I will let you know!