Francesca e L'Aquilone

....There is a good energy there. Something difficult to define or describe. Under the unknown grey sky Francesca feels the cold wind in her skin. She lets her kite free to fly as far as the rope can reach.

She holds it tight. She would never want it to go.

When Aquilone is far high in the sky, Francesca wonders if perhaps it could see her home, the one she left, her playground, her friends.

But the wind is blowing colder and stronger, probably envious of her only friend, it starts pulling the kite harder and harder until the rope snaps.

Francesca looks at the piece of rope left in her hand and sees Aquilone flying faraway above the village and behind the hills. She is desperate. She needs to find it. So she starts walking across the marshes following the ancient river Darenth.

The Darenth is a quick-changing artist. It disguises himself, changing shape and appearance, becoming marshes, lakes, ponds, hiding underground and coming back again in the form of a countryside peaceful stream of water...