“Steadier the structure, and the stronger the foundation”. Mountains formed through nature’s evolution, and with rock and ash, which brought on volcanic ripples bringing together, a family in variations of height, and with the scope of depth. Minutes, minutes, and more minutes, and as time is revolving with the substance of variables in the hour of what is too come. Formations are about to take place, and a mountainous family are about too discover their own existence with purpose. We are about to discover the eruptions first hand on the outside, and then discover the true meaning of solid on the inside. I am driving, through the state of Wyoming, en route too the city of Cheyenne. Through the visibility of our windows, we marvel at the ebony in the mountains, and as they stand tall, and erect, but in the distance, three mountains have caught my attention. These three mountain’s, have been joined together on the border of Wyoming, and extending into Colorado. However, the Rocky Mountain seem too be the head of the flock in the valley. I am walking closer too the mountain’s for a photo shoot, and perhaps, collect some rock samples. As I got closer, and began too chop off a piece of the mountain, and known too all as the Rocky Mountain’s. He actually spoke, and asked me, why have I come, and my reason for chopping pieces of rock? I stated my name, Dr. Anthony Charles Blake, and I was a scientist in Ecology from the University of Wyoming. I also stated, my studies were broad, and constituted mountain regions. Rocky Mountain then introduced me too Mama Rocky Mountain, and his son Little Peak. Now Little Peak, and was actually what you would expect in a small mountain, and no higher than 1 inch. Little Peak was small, but the opportunity could be open, and he could become a big mountain himself, just like his Dad Rocky. Little Peak explained too me, he wanted too be big, and solid like his dad. I suggested,

“Think big, and you will become big”. With all the other rock fragments, it just a matter of time before Little Peak, actually reaches his peak. The sun was starting too set, and it was getting breezier, and you could hear the whispering wind of dust, and as they circled like a funnel, and along with the call of the wild, and as the night becomes a dream. I proceeded too put on my jacket for warmth, and then headed too my car with destination in my thoughts of Cheyenne. I told the mountains, “Stand tall, and continue too be proud of who they were, and what they represent in the United States, and for the strength and dignity that goes with it, and what America has accomplished, and what God has established in the beauty, and strides that were made”. At that point, the mountains waved too me goodbye on my journey. It’s the height of solitude, and with the windows of thought, and with the idea of tomorrow, and what yesterday was, and leading in what our future will be, “Solid as a rock”.