trance music on the bus radio

I drive past cherry blossoms. Cacti stands tall, the same as those that lead the way to Elliston. Aleppo pines, the same as those that are a pest on Eyre Peninsula. Deserted stone houses. Chillout trance on the alsa bus radio. Sunshine lands on my cheek. The hills turn green and the sky blue and the bus driver tells the passengers something important in Spanish. White houses with tiled orange rooftops nestled in the hills. Snow. I see the snow. like a child I can't stop smiling and don't know how to walk properly (in the snow).