I miss trekking through a jungle with only a survivial knife, print outs of the trek, a bottle of water, ciggies & snickers in tow.

I miss seeing a waterfall at the end of the trail. I miss trekking up till a looking point. Seeing as far as eyes can reach, over a valley where the dense jungle or lake brings out the kid in me. Hoping there would be some mystery I could explore and encounter. I guess my childhood dream of being Indiana Jones still persist strongly.

I miss sleeping under the stars & pondering bout things. The nature somehow brings me closer to God, marveling at how He created these sights of joy. I miss seeing the stars as I sleep, the dirt and sand all around me.

All alone with God. That’s how I feel when I’m with nature.