In the scorching heat all we can think of is how much we want it to be over.

How much we want to go home and sleep.

How early we got up this morning to be in the blinding sun.

But now, all alone, all I can think of is that scorching heat.

The ten minute breaks every other hour.

The tunes played over and over and over and over, knowing that "one more time" means at least 5 more.

Everyone lying down under the trees downing barely chilled water.

The itchy grass against our legs because it’s just too darn hot to wear pants.

People walk around with shirts half up trying to get a breeze to hit the moisture.

Pouring water on each other and getting in trouble for "wasting water.”

The most missed though, is the end product.

At the end of the day when everyone is walking away, that is the best part.

Seeing how much has been accomplished in a matter of hours.

To know that I am part of a family that will always be together and share pieces of each other.