onrush of scenery

Independence Pass, Colorado; elevation 12,095 ft (3,687 m)

(re-edit of an old botched-up post, which has now been deleted)

 

“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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