The breath of the morning.

I keep forgetting the smell of the warm summer rain.

Alaska, Alaska. I’m gonna be all the way out there, all the way fucking out there. Just on my own. You know, no fucking watch, no map, no axe, no nothing. No nothing. Just be out there. Just be out there in it. You know, big mountains, rivers, sky, game. Just be out there in it, you know? In the wild.

(Source: caryjojifukunaga, via areloe)