My husband does not volintarily do outdoor things. I would like him to go camping and maybe get a glimpse of what I feel when I see a million stars spread across the sky, undimmed by the light of a city. What it is like to laugh at how hard the ground is and to breathe in the deepest breath of clean fresh air. To see something that will only be there once, the drop of water trembling on the leaf before it falls, and knowing that only you saw that moment. If he comes, hopefully he will see.