My Breath of Fresh Air (18)

I spend quite a bit of my waking hours indoors, looking out at an incredible view of utter beauty.  Outside the doors of my work, I have the most spectacular view of the mountains.  Some might say that I was lucky to have that view, but I don't know if I agree.  By nature, I LOVE to be outdoors.  There is nothing in comparison to the full breath of fresh air that you get out in the middle of no-where.  That breath isn't congested with to-do lists, or phone calls, or e-mails or alarm clocks or bills.  That breath flows through you, clearing the clutter of everyday life that has accumulated inside.  So when I look out the window at work, I don't see a beautiful view, I see what I am missing out on. 
One of my hobbies is hiking.  I love escaping into the wilderness and embarking on an adventure.  I love escaping the mass-hysteria of constant movement in the city and finding myself enjoying the moment of a close group of fellow hikers.  All of us, experiencing a new perspective in a monotonous world. 
The anticipation of accomplishment from completing a hike or the moment of relaxation when resting at the top of a mountain top.  There is no greater way to spend a day. What's more, I am a poor college student, and I can spend a day completely happy, without spending a dime.  I can walk out of my house and find myself on a hike in a matter of minutes. 
The beauty of a hike is that no two hikes will ever be the same.  I have hiked the same trails multiple times, and each time there is something new to see.  Nature doesn't stay the same.  Seasons change and aspects of nature come and go.  You learn to appreciate them in that moment, but not expect them in the future. 
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