Mountain air. Even through city streets I recognize the
smell of it. Fresh. Heavy. Polluted by the time it reaches my nose, but I know
it. I sit at the edge of my bed right next to the open window and stare at the
horizon, how the warm summer sun envelopes the city. I feel the soft, heavy
breeze of the mountain air even here in my apartment. It makes me wish I was
not here in the city. It makes me miss home, where my window faced a large
field and the woods beyond. I look below my windowsill and there is only a
school building and a street. We industrialize everything we see. Will the
mountains find a way to avoid our havoc?
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