There’s a place that I like to imagine when I want to feel calm and relaxed.

It’s a place that doesn’t necessarily exist anywhere but in my mind, but I know vividly what it feels like to be there.

The temperature is always constant, and there’s a breeze that’s so tepid it’s almost unnoticeable, everything is bathed in a light that’s a burnt orange colour, and there’s always freshly cut grass, and a tree who’s leaves rustle in the breeze.

There’s peace there.  It’s a warm place.