Contributor Chris Morton

The Caravan Contributor Chris Morton

There was that fresh early morning feel outside the van. The wet grass scuffed under our ankles. I took her hand and led the way, even though I had no idea where we were going.

"You ever think about aliens?" she asked.

"Can't say that I do."

"If I were an alien, I'd land here ... or somewhere like here."

"Yeah, it is pretty beautiful," I offered, scanning the expanse of farmers fields around us, deciding she most likely lived in the village so taking the path through the wood and not asking for directions just yet would be the cooler thing to do.

"But it's not only that," she continued, staring ahead as she talked. "It's not just the beauty. It's everything. Everything!" Letting go of my hand, she twirled theatrically, smiled, then grabbed my arms and stared right at me. She felt warm, sexy and wild: it was difficult to know if she were serious or making fun.