adventure

I’m about 68% sure that love is being able to go hiking and not care whether they're gross or sweaty or whether they still have morning caked on their face. It's jumping into a freezing river and hearing laughter dance across the water and surrounding canyon walls. Love is lightening flashing moments of brilliance across a midnight sky and retaining the quiet awe in your heart. It’s knowing that if you got lost in the wilderness with no grantee of returning home, there is no one else you’d rather be lost with.