Something I'll never finish..

England's countryside never looked more beautiful in one's eyes. It was just as if the wind that blew over the green, warm, low hills suddenly gained colour. As if sunlight was dancing around the clouds on the pale blue sky. As one red, old-school car passed them, the apple trees along the road shivered and shook their leaves and fruits in front of one child's eyes. They beamed with pleasure and with an almost uncontrollable hunger for something which, he thought, was going to happen soon. The window on the right of his backseat was open and he stood there, feeling the air running through his hair like blood and water, trying to catch everything he saw outside in his view, to take everything in and never let it go.

"Should I take it that you like England?" the one in the driver's seat asked cheerfully, while still keeping his eyes on the open road. He had something that you would call an irish accent, even though it was really vague, as if he had been away from the country for a long time. And indeed he was, for almost seventeen years. He smiled then at the woman on his left and she smiled back, through her long, wind-caressed chestnut hair.