I always love being in the mountains. Ever since I was a kid I couldn't stop thinking about them. The fresh clean air, out away from the city. A peaceful place where you can go and get lost in the beauty of the scenery.
The scent of pine trees and pinecones is rather sweet, like the earth after a thunderstorm. The soft crackle of twigs breaking under your feet as your walked the miles beyond miles of trees. Birds chirping in the distance as you reach the top of the mountain to overlook the valley. Off in the distance you see an eagle feeding her babies in the top of a tree. Hearing their sweet chirps calming your sharp breaths. Nothing holding back, as the wind gently blows your hair across your cheeks. This is what it means to live the dream, to feel no one to weigh you down, understanding that this is what it means to be truly free.