JOHN’S POV

The weather in Payson was f*cking amazing and the air around us was so different compared to being in a big city with it’s thick exhaust from all of the cars and buildings. Being surrounded by trees made the air feel thinner and easier to breathe.

Now we were on the lake, canoeing around the dark water and taking in the pine trees and the clear sky. I watched Abigail across from me in her dark jeans and white tank top, using the oars to pump us through the ...