You’re miles from home, weighed down with gear and worry. The first raindrops cool you. As the sky opens, you drop your backpack and feel your body lighten, airy as the fresh raspberry rain.

Your breath is white fog. Your heartbeat rises above the silent mountain snow as your skis cut through the powder. Tonight, you’ll recount your adventure with a warm fire and a glass of blackberry wine.

Your hand falls in the clear ocean water as you drift among the waves, white sand to your left and bright sunlight filtering through your shades. The scent of sweet peaches puts you at ease.

Listen closely for the sound of rapids, roaring below the high calls of morning birds. Watch for the white foam peeking between the trees. Smell the cherry, waiting to wash over you and carry you away.

Your legs flare across the blanket, spread on a sandy coast, boulders to your right and a long pier to your left. You lie back, hands beneath your neck, and breathe in the smell of grapefruit.