It's so long ago..
At that moment I didn't know how much the experiences of that day would mould my soul and leave a lasting impression.

Dad and aunty Cathy wanted to visit the graves of some dear ones.

It was one of those mornings with a faint mist, that made driving through the small countrystreets between the hedges a magic experience.
The window was open to enable us to hear others cars, but all we heard were birds and at one time a sweet voice singing a song.

Was it that moment that created my feeling of home, or was it the smile of my aunt when talking with my dad?

The graveyard was little.
It was almost on top of a hill, watching over the awakening glowing landscape.

Before entering we sat down, had a cup of coffee and something to eat, and made plans for the day.

I was 12, and only listened to both people that were so dear to me, sharing memories about people I'd never known... but I wished I had, as they talked to loving about them.
They wanted to stay at the hill fo rthe rest of the day. Picknicking, like they did with the people that were with them in spirit.

My aunt, who wasn't a real aunt, but could have been my mother, used to walk around the fields, never getting lost because the little graveyard on the hill was a white spot, everywhere to be seen.

And so I went... following in her footsteps...

The soft wind was blowing a freshness that was softened by the morning sun.
The gras softly moving.

I walked for hours. Loosing track of time and sense of being in a world that wasn't mine.

I climbed fences, saw flowers, and rested watching little white clouds that spread their wings like fairies.

I was one with nature, and I belonged there.

Now. so many years later, thinking with the same loving memories about them, as they onces talked about their loved ones, I long for the hills, the grass touching my feet, and the intense sense of being.

Life is taking a course I never expected, but I hope it'll take me back to spend the rest of my life in the country I've spend my happiest time of my life.

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