A tranquil few days in the Scottish Highlands.
The wind whips my hair turbulently, as I soften my gaze and take it all in.
Light salty air and puffy clouds frame a crystal-clear blue sky.
Seaweed and sand squelch under my muddy boots.
The quiet chirping of birds gradually muffling as they disappear into a lush canopy of the mountain before me.
I take a long deep breath in – convinced that this is the best air I have ever tasted and equally becoming increasingly cognizant of the city pollution I have been guzzling.
It is good.
I close my eyes and imagine. That nothing else exists.
How wonderfully indulgent it feels to be still, in a world that is constantly moving.