On a beautiful sunny sunday of march when the spring emerges with its most glorious colours a young boy decides to take his new blue bicycle, the one he nagged for months to get, and go for a ride into the green fields close to his house.
He left his house early, with his mother voice still in his head telling him to take care on the streets, and to avoid certain neighbourhoods known for their troublesome reputation. He was cycling slowly enjoying his new ride on the empty streets feeling the cold morning breeze on his face. Since his early awareness as a child, he enjoyed an early morning on sunday, no school to worry about and no rushing to be done, just a peaceful morning to spend reading his collection of comic books.
As he left his neighborhood of paved streets and concrete buildings he reached that strip of sandy roads going through the beautiful fields of orange trees. It was a familiar place to him, the farmers in charge of the land were very friendly people and one old lady in particular used to bring to his home fresh milk every day from her small herd of cows. There was always a refreshing smell out there, the zest of the orange trees with the rich oder of the generous soil, and a beautiful calmness only disturbed by the sounds of the animals and the water running in the small watering canals.
He was is a dream world, as if he was cycling on a cloud, his senses were enjoying every single detail of his surrounding and he was singing to him self, for to him such a beautiful scenery had to have a musical background. What a feeling he had, riding his dream blue bicycle in the place he loved the most, it was like owning the world.
Twenty seven years till today and with the fields of orange trees taken away to give place to a lifeless jungle of concrete buildings and paved roads, our young boy is still riding his blue bicycle in the beautiful fields. The smell is still there, the colours are still there, the calmness is still there, the farmers are still around and it still feels that he owns this magical world.