It is dry here. Well, it was until the rains came today. The grass has been the driest I have ever seen it, a brownish-yellow hue instead of its usual intense lush green. The temperatures too, the highest I have experienced here. The sky and sea seem pure, clear, a bright blue in contrast with the yellow grass – a very different hue from the usual deep blue, grey blues of the sea and sky and the vivid green of the land. It is a landscape of another place. A drier, hotter place. I am strangely happy.
But the rain came today. All will return to normal. I will miss the landscape that seemed so achingly familiar, yet is not. Maybe I am from another place in my heart?
But the trees, it is always the trees, that remind me I am home.