Deep Breathes

This is the last big hill before home. Nestled far away from most people's definition of hustle bustle it is a place people either love or hate. I love it. At the far left edge of the photo you might be able to see a couple buildings and that is my parent's house.
I've noticed that upon topping this hill (usually cruising right along) it's as if a breathe I've been holding whooshes out and I take another deep breathe and everything in me settles back into place. I rarely even notice I've been holding my breathe (figuratively, of course) until this point. It's both invigorating and relaxing to top this hill and be home.