Do you know that feeling? That impression like you could do anything, go anywhere, meet anybody, and talk to anyone. And the feeling of inhaling that bitter breeze while standing on the mountain tops. Observing the beautiful sight. Being more elevated then the treetops. Soaring over all the people who damaged you. And then that feeling of misery and sorrow you felt is all washed away once you felt the breeze against your clothed body once you drop down from the mountain tops. And you comprehend that all of your despair is departed from your mind as you clash with the ground below you. Every little thing is gone. No need to worry about the despair and the misery and the sorrow it’s all gone. The mountain tops are my favorite place. Where beloved things start and things end.