Dear You,

The warmth of the morning envelops me and I fall in love with the life I lead. The smell of spices in the air, the silence at dawn in a foreign land, I can almost hear the sountrack I would play if this was the movie of my life. I can see the children running on the unpaved streets, old men walking along the road with their ox, women laughing by the river in an explosion of colour. I feel my hope grow as I feel connected to a community, to a place I have never been before, thousands of miles from home. Our home. As the day progresses and we travel along the river through miles of green and ocasional towns the vision begins to fade and the last notes echo in the air. I am slowly drifting, weightless, to another land.

The world is ours,

Me