A Moment of Mine

I reached for my camera this morning--the sky, grey white blue smoke filled space. I put the view finder to my eye and was about to fire, when I realized the shot was weak, not enough, not conveying the true moment. How could I transfer what the wind felt like, the ground, the way the grey morning air smelled? It was impossible, and frustrating, but before I walked away, I stood immersed in it, in all of it, and I shared it with myself--the only person there who could appreciate and know what it was like to really be alone.