Feet pedalling furiously, wind rushing past;
A narrow path through a verdant meadow,
Just like in all the books she had read,
Green speckled with blossoms yellow.

***

The entire ride to and from school was a dream in itself.

They cycled through vast green fields, past neat rows of bungalows, through shady avenues.

On their way back, they stopped at a viewing tower. The winding climb up was more than made up for by the incredible view of the entire town. Her friends pointed out all the areas of importance.

She looked up at the blue dome of the sky and the fluffy clouds that looked almost solid. She sort of understood the Norse myth for the origin of the world, although it described the beautiful planet in a rather gory manner.

They took a short cut through a meadow. The narrow brown path ran through fields of lush green, peppered with tiny yellow blossoms.

The entire journey was so picturesque, she wished she could have recorded it to show her family.

But a recording doesn't have the same charm as the real thing.

She told herself that she would bring her family there some day so that they could experience this beauty too.