Good ol' Mr. Krabs.
I love being outside. I truly think that nothing is better - nothing smells better - than fresh air. No matter where you are, nature and pure, fresh air make for the best smell I can possibly imagine. Pine trees in the mountains. Wet pavement after a rain storm. Smoke from a fireplace in the winter. The saltiness of the ocean. Crisp, biting air on a January morning. Freshly cut grass. Fallen leaves piled in yards, on the side of roads, stuck in gutters. Sap that oozes out of trees - the kind that sticks to your hands after you've been climbing. Flowers in bloom.
The list goes on. I wish I could just live outside, somewhere where the ocean and the mountains could be combined; where there's no big city obstructing the brightness of the night sky. That way I could smell my smells, and look at my stars. All at the same time.
I love being outside. I truly think that nothing is better - nothing smells better - than fresh air. No matter where you are, nature and pure, fresh air make for the best smell I can possibly imagine. Pine trees in the mountains. Wet pavement after a rain storm. Smoke from a fireplace in the winter. The saltiness of the ocean. Crisp, biting air on a January morning. Freshly cut grass. Fallen leaves piled in yards, on the side of roads, stuck in gutters. Sap that oozes out of trees - the kind that sticks to your hands after you've been climbing. Flowers in bloom.
The list goes on. I wish I could just live outside, somewhere where the ocean and the mountains could be combined; where there's no big city obstructing the brightness of the night sky. That way I could smell my smells, and look at my stars. All at the same time.
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