Sometimes you feel like stepping out of your normal office. Either be at the top of a hill singing at the top of your lungs, not caring whether your tormenting the birds with your screeching rendition of 'The Hills are Alive" not caring your barefooted, soils on your dress or pants, running and running just wanting to be free, away from claustrophobic feeling of your cubicles or the monotones routine, not caring whether your getting that increment or promotion.
The natural fresh soothing hill air kissing your face and not the dry air conditioner that increase your wrinkles.
Wouldn't it be nice not to worry about money and just drift away and be free.
Sigh.
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