Longing (II)

I suppose the first time such a feeling assaulted me was a long time ago, when me and some school mates were returning from the province's capital city. It was March, and the winter was already giving way to spring: the air was cold but clean, the sky a deep blue. The old road was surrounded by endless fields of wheat, that in the summer get an intense golden colour under the sun; but in that time of the year, the wheat was still growing, and the fields looked like a wide sea of green. And as the day faded away, I witnessed the most amazing sunset I have ever seen in my life, one that made me think how overrated is the postcard with our own star sinking into the ocean's horizon. There, right there, in a lost road in the very middle of nowhere, I saw the sun crashing into a verdant field of life, a sight like none other. Only those who see it could understand. In that very moment, I felt love for the land, for that land that was mine, that saw me coming into this world. In that moment, I wished to stop time and stay there, sinking into the endless green with the warm sun.