The colors and the grooves and the cuts stretched in every direction: forward, downward, upward, and around. I sat quietly and studied them from a distance, staring at the encroaching shadows as the sun descended over the dry, heat-stricken cliffs.
I was at the bottom of the Grand Canyon after a seven-mile, nine-hour hike left me exhausted and in heavy pain (The South Rim trail). Taking off my shoes, I sat among the cool rocks and dipped my toes into the streaming Colorado River.
The exertion was worth it all for this.