love stories

There are thousands, millions, billions of love stories out there. Every kind, in every place, of every kind of people. One person's love story started on a cold and windy beach, one while riding a bike on the street of a small European town, one in the middle of Time Square, one while working in a field in China, one in the cold mountains of Chile, one in the bustling, colorful city of Rio de Janeiro, one while shopping at Wal-Mart, one while smiling in the Happiest Place on Earth, one in a church house in Utah, one at the bay of San Francisco, one while riding the bus somewhere in Russia.

I had a love story. It was a good one, too. It kind of started in a classroom at the tippy-top of one of my favorite structures in the whole world. But it got it's real kick-start at the top of a canyon that only a tiny percentage of people in the world have ever heard of. It was good. Very good. And this is what it looked like:

Looks pretty regular, eh? It wasn't. Not at all. It was wonderful. Just like most love stories out there.