I hear food sizzling, people chattering about their lives, and footsteps echoing throughout the vast space.

I smell various aromas of delicious foods, I smell the wind whipping my hair every which way, and smoky fire crackling.

I taste the warm fire lapping at me, I taste the food although it is not yet ready, and the sensation of words rolling off my tongue as I communicate with others.

I see people working together, whether it’s to solve a puzzle or to cook dinner, I see scarlet waves of heat crackling in the fireplace, and I see a happy family who doesn’t need anything else but each other.

I feel warm inside, I feel happy. I’m home.