One enjoys the sunlight and the caressing wind when climbing the mountains, or strolling by the sea shore. And in his day-dreams, what illusions, what love-poems, what adventures pass in two hours through the mind of one who idles along a road. Every possible hope, confused or joyous, penetrates him with warm, light air, he inhales them with the breeze, and they give birth in his being to an appetite for happiness that increases like the hunger he acquires in walking. Sweet fleeting thoughts sing in his soul as he comes closer to nature.
I follow the road.........
- GUY de MAUPASSANT
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