The road lay clear that day. A stretch of tarmac across the fields of the Kenyan savannah. A herd of zebras grazed gracefully as the sun set below the horizon. The orange glow of the African sky caressed the animals, silhouetting them and creating a great picture. One with nature. This is what Almasi truly loved. His head resting on his knee, he gazed into the horizon. Something was missing. Perhaps the blue strokes of paint on his yellow shirt provoked the thought. Maybe he just loved the colour blue such that no picture was ever complete without it.
“Look Almasi!” his mother’s beautiful voice stole into his thoughts. He turned his head towards her. She was seated at the front passenger seat next to his father. “The mountains. I know you love the mountains.”