It's the sound outside, the sound of the lightest rain in the world. Warm, soft rain. Dipping my toes in puddles and walking along, it doesn't matter if I'm wet like a cod from the top of my nose to the end of my legs. It's sweet, and all of the sounds enter my brain accompanied by an insect symphony. Wow.
I never really noticed we were approaching Auckland. The plane was landing indeed. But only when the german guy next to me told me "look!" I noticed I wasn't looking at clouds anymore. Those were the greenest hills and mountains I'd seen in a while. This image of clouds evolving into ground keep floating in my mind, like a ball rolling up and down inside my head, like a spiral screwing through me from one ear to another. And it's hypnotizing, and it's good.
We've been in the same house for not more than three days now, but already feel them burning: the open road and the mind, like they were attracted to each other in some weird way.
Like a long time married couple, discussing all the time -but still in love.
Ready to leave and devour more landscapes, perfumes, sounds, heartbeats.
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