"And just like that you are on your way."
 
Let’s breathe it in for a moment — the crispness of bergamot cutting through the cool eucalyptus, the whisper of balsam like morning mist over a mountain pass. Beneath it all, that grounding scent of leather and earth — proof that we’ve been traveling, exploring, living the story.
The air hums with possibility. Maybe ahead, the road dips toward a lakeside town just waking up with the sunrise — docks creaking softly, the first café lights flickering on. Or maybe we keep going, chasing the horizon where the mountains meet the sky, the car filled with laughter and the smell of adventure.
So tell me — are we heading toward the coast for the sound of waves, or the mountains for the quiet and the stars?