The return. Pt. 1: The bus

 I find myself on the Flixbus from Milan to Zagreb. 

To my right, my eyes get flooded by hill side towns, red and burgundy rooftops, cementery churches, construction sites; everything happening everywhere. Then and again come in the open fields covered with tall trees, that create this dreamy color contrast of green and blue. The sky is full of clouds today, but the kind that are rather thin and let the sun shine through.
If I look to my left, snowy peaks. One quite close, several others rather far away. I see lonely, old time, country houses in between some trees. The kind that look massive and elegant in classical movies.Vine fields extend over hundreds of meters every so often. Sometimes a green, very bright green, invades the view and extends over an endless plain, while a flock of birds fly by.

The trees are specially grabbing my attention today (or rather always?). The tintures varying ever so slightly, showing the full range of autumn shades, while still giving such a fierce statement of life. These leaves seem to be going nowhere any time soon.
We're going through Verona now, the sight of the airport tells me. The cars dancing outside of my window. I feel like we're floating by on a cloud. Just looking at everything happen.