I took it literally and then I took it away from the prompt. My quickie result of the activity:

The Photo:  I’m outside. Outside simply to be outside. It’s not a walk, per se; but I want to be here. To breath fresh air, to feel the air prickle my skin like teeny, tiny ice cubes. I want to remember moment; the feeling. My walk is an amble to find a photo that captures the deep blue of the sky; the kind that reflects new light before it is spoiled. Moving down the path, I am careful to place my foot on the flat spaces. Strong trees reach for the sky no matter the crooked ground, but I carry worries my body won’t fair the same. I step carefully around divots in the dirt and over rocks scattered until I find a shot.

The first stop won’t work, the lens can’t find the mountains for the trees. I find a break in the greenery and study my frame. Clouds loom over a peek creating a threatening shadow. More fire? A passing storm? Will they really just pass by or will they stick around like one of those nagging coughs that hurts your heart inside your check until you’re choking on a headache? I don’t want to remember the clouds. Not today. I need a break from their heaviness. They carry darkness and memories I’m not ready to smile with.

I turn my face away to the right and I find the light. There are clouds, yes, but they hug the peeks then dance away. The jagged Sawtooths rise again and again after each dip, getting taller each time. The trees are upright and attentive as the scene unfolds. Aspens wave their applause from below like the audience in the furthest reaches of an outdoor amphitheater as they wonder what Beauty will come next. This is the frame, where darkness only steps carefully at the peripheral.