Something that’s always brought a smile to my face is the fresh crisp forest air. The kind that smells of new life, soft rich soil, clear trickling streams, and the almost cinnamon-esk scent of California redwoods. The kind that reminds you of morning dew on spring time leaves, that fills your lungs with fresh clean air and makes you feel like you could run for hours without getting winded. The air that feels cool against your cheeks and nose as you’re shaded from the harsh afternoon sun. That air, that air feels like adventures waiting to be had, places waiting to be explored and fun waiting to happen. Its out there in the fresh crisp forest air, you’ve just gotta find it.