I love the feeling of the fresh air on my face and the wind blowing through my hair.
There are some people who walk into a room and they oxygenate it, by their very being there's fresh air. Then there are those who come in with the smell of death and they suck the life out.
I have a massage when I want to relax. I love being pampered. I love island massages when you're outside in the fresh air.
Because forgiveness is like this: a room can be dank because you have closed the windows, you've closed the curtains. But the sun is shining outside, and the air is fresh outside. In order to get that fresh air, you have to get up and open the window and draw the curtains apart.
You can't change who you are, but you can change what you have in your head, you can refresh what you're thinking about, you can put some fresh air in your brain.
I love being outside and getting fresh air.
'Fresh Air' I listen to, like, every day.
Give me golf clubs, fresh air and a beautiful partner, and you can keep the clubs and the fresh air.
I love that there are beaches you can walk your dog on in San Francisco. Fort Funston is big and always packed with hundreds of dogs and their people. A great place to hike and get some exercise and fresh air with your well-mannered pup. Not recommended for antisocial dogs; there's just too much commotion there.
I love to exercise outside in the fresh air and sun: hiking, swimming, stand-up paddleboarding, and jogging.