Ah… Summer. Summer in the city, to be precise. Not all that comfy at times, but lucky for us, our hometown is bracketed by mountain ranges, all conveniently covered in the signature lush, pillowy dark greens of the middle mountains, dotted with a few splotches of red and yellow here and there. Whenever the hubbub of the city is getting to us, we simply hit the road, our picnic stuff, hiking boots and a bottle of water in tow, following the cool, calm and serene call of the forest.
You’d think that knowing of a certain events’ approach, seeing as it’s actually an annually re-occuring event, would cushion the touchdown of said event. Of course, I’m talking Summer-Break. A third of the office is well, out of the office – or rather “Home Office” – one third is dreamily anticipating being out of the office and the other third has one foot out of the door already, counting down in hours and seconds rather than weeks.