true love
What is belief but faith lived and experienced. A testament to what we believe. What we feel we are worthy of in this world. Ages ago at university we had a nearby watershed we could easily escape to. Minutes away from campus and an overcrowded metropolis we are under cavernous canopies of mist fed giant ferns and cushions of moss blanketing the ground. In the pounding spray of the waterfall we drop our cares as we peel off into crystal cold pools. Wading wet and wild through shadowed trails and streams. Heat and sweat cooling off in the chill damp air. Trailing off from the others in our private bubble - closing in, touching, breathless.