Spanish Sunlight

I left from Madrid around 7:30 that morning as the sun began to rise over central Spain.

Headed to Barcelona on a quiet train floating smoothly across acres and miles of farm lands and occasionally through a small town. Up close the bushes, trees, telephone poles, small shacks and crossings rushed by my window in a blur, but looking out toward the horizon the rolling hills seemed to stretch on forever until they became mountains in the distance.

The light was clear and sharp and the shadows added their own tones to the deep earthy colors of green, yellow and brown all tinted in gold. The light reminded me of New Mexico. The landscape reminded me of Tuscany. 

But this is Spain. The Spain I will remember most. The vision I think of as I fall asleep at night imagining the warm Catalonian sun on my face.