One thing is missing from these glorious spring days. I step outside, to a day surrounded by people rushing on to the next task, a day surrounded by concrete, takeaway coffees, canteen odours, cigarette smoke. I step out and close my eyes and breathe in and can all of a sudden be right where I need to be. I wish this wasn't so easy to do, I wish my senses would remain in the city with me and stop taunting me with mountain air and green space.
I am craving space, scenery, green.
Days of unkempt wildness, picnics on damp grass, exploring, getting lost.
Worn out maps, untimely gusts of wind, peaks and dips and survaces to scramble.
Life in a backpack, stripped down to the bare essentials.