The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls. John Muir
I am here to talk to your heart. The heart that is longing to be out there. Hearing the crunch of your boots on a rock-strewn hiking trail. Feeling the cool freshness of morning dew on leaves and grass. Basking in the increasing warmth of the rising...more
