Over the open and opulent moor my mind galloped through green grass with crickets crawling and ants advancing on a crumb, crumbled from picnics with potato chips. Chirping birds and buzzing bees aviate in the air, crisp and clear like a lake, calm and cool, ripples and riptides running up on the rocks and fish flying through the fluid as if it were nothing.
And my mind slips back from space and straight into Spanish.