Birds singing. Swift’s soaring above me. Pale golden sunlight! I tilt my head to the sky and smile. The meadow grass gently brushed my knees, as bees and other critters fly around me.

Peaceful in this meadow with bright sunlight. I opened my eyes and scowl. “I want…poppies!” Poppies bright as red apples, appear in the field. Their delicate petals fluttering in an invisible wind.

This is how I remember summer. The feeling of lightness. Calmness and contentment. Everything in summer is bright and colourful.

But the best part? The evening. I sit on the crest of a Holl, knees pulled to me as the sky fractures into pale pinks, blues and oranges. White fluffy clouds dotting the sunset.

I miss the sunsets and watching them endlessly, before painting them.

I miss my home.