Waving in the Heat

Its hot.  It's a holiday.  I'm late.  It's crowded.  I'm on my own.  I'm paying to park.  I bring my camera but I take no pictures.  I move along quickly but not entirely by choice.  The blackflies are swarming me and land directly on my eyeballs at every opportunity.  I dig for a headnet sacrificing fashion for comfort.  I find a little bit of peace up on Zion and I am thankful, in that moment, to be alive.