Searching For A Vision
My skin is burning, the heat of the sun penetrating the top layer, leaving it red and itchy. Sweat trickles down my brow, across my forehead and into my eyes. Wiping it away with the back of my arm, I sit on my sleeping bag in the middle of the round, earthen pit. Miles away from the nearest town of Vermillion, South Dakota, high in the hills, without any distractions, I am grounded in the present. All I can do is feel.