2023.11.7
I sit there, on our school's mini bus ride to the town, and magic unfolds in front of me.
The bus goes fast. Leaves brush the glass window, leaving on it a thin layer of fresh, forest aroma. I can almost feel the rustling of the leaves beside my ear. The best lullaby in the world.
The clusters of trees, iridescent with yellow and green and brown, blend together into streams of colour as the bus goes even faster. Have you ever imagined being in a colourful tube with light zooming all around you and travelling in time? That is exactly what I feel now.
It suddenly brightens. An awkward large gap between the clusters of trees appears, like the trees are being peeled apart. As a cascade of light pours into me, I find out that I overlook everything downhill - the villages, the loud brick red walls, the elegant curve of mountains.
Now, though, my eyes catch a wall of sprawling vines, mesmerised by its energy.
There's always more to come, more scintillating scenes waiting for me to immerse in.