Out door day dreams

I often sit at my desk at work and think about being out in the mountains scrambling up rock cliffs, blazing switch back trails, in the shade of the birch wood. Smelling the wood smoke of a campfire listening to the awakening sounds of nightfall while watching the sun set over the mountains. Then I come back to reality and stare at an email. Thank God for the weekends when I can finally sit under the stars.