The sky is pure blue with tuffs of clouds here and there. white. Kids noises are heard faraway in the hood. Birds. People talking in their houses, windows open. To me this, this place often feels artificial. I doont know why. No sense of belonging for decades...But what I cherishg most is the 'light memories'. Literally, the memories of differentsunshine light in the natural world. This is a vision type i think. I feel eternal when I spot a memories of light as I walk outside. Only outside.