The Deepest Shade

The Spotless Journey I

Love is such a magical word for such a plain and cruel world, it is a mystical sentiment shared between souls. Love's definition and description vary by poets, philosophers and authors from ancient times up to this day for how complicated and simple, sweet and bitter, soothing and torturous it can be at times, in fact it is that heavenly etheric feeling, a blessed feeling that few may get to experiment, a feeling that may bound souls for eternity.

Love is the adventure and journey that every struggler is meant to pursue, it is the virtue and sin for the religious, the sun and moon for the spiritual, the mystery and truth for the scientist, it is the colors for Han's paint.

The world was fading in front of the 10 years old Han's eyes while the 52 years old soul was parting ways with that body, it was gently being snatched by some mysterious outer force, at that moment Han turned his head just to be amazed by the world rendering and rearranging its shape and time for what appeared to be a 14 years jump in time during the course of Han's life.

Han felt numb during the transmission, so many questions, thoughts and feelings were altering at so few parts of a second racing their way to his dizzy consciousness, Han's elder soul was slowly being injected within the 24 years old Han, within the youthful Han.

It was summer time, somewhere deep in the country side, underneath the clear blue sky, in between the large fields of green and forests there was a long flat open road which was known back then by the "nowhere road" for how endless it seemed for the travelers. There was Han driving his beloved trusty old blue van, Han was fully relaxed in his old squishy seat which made a noisy sound on every bump but for Han it wasn't noisy at all, in fact he enjoyed every bit of his van, Han was in a state of full tranquility enjoying the peep and chirping made by the birds of freedom and his infamous track called "The Mystery of Love" played on his broken stereo which for some reason had the track stuck on repeat, and that never bothered Han even the slightest, Han's soul was in total serenity for what it had experienced.

Han was a gypsy, more like a modern gypsy, a nomad of his own way out of the delusional and corrupted societies, a wanderlust seeker.

It was almost sunset time, somewhere along the way of the "nowhere road" near the end of the green fields and the beginning of the rocky mountains, Han saw a girl on the side of the road, a fully equipped with a large back pack girl hitchhiking, Han wondered why would a girl be hitchhiking at such an isolated road and at a late time like that, it was the classical brief moment of eye contact between a guy and a girl, Han did not stop for her, he slowly drove past her, she turned around looking at the blue van in frustration and turned back looking for other rides but sadly the road seemed empty through the horizon, her facial expressions were somehow both stressful and funny, a few seconds passed then the blue van came back for her, Han was a kindhearted person and he couldn't leave the girl stuck, He opened the window spontaneously with a smile drawn on his face, a smile of welcoming and so did she.

Han said: "hop in!"

she said: "Ay sir!"

she threw her back pack at the back of the van, and said in a sarcastic way: "waaaait, you are not some lunatic guy that will rape me and slay my throat right?!", Han was in shock and hesitance for how shy and calm he usually is, she said: "Oh! i'm just joking with you but i cannot confirm that i'm not the lunatic serial killer here!", and slowly they started breaking the ice.

Han glanced at her and asked her: "What's your name?"

She said: " I'm Ana!".