On Monday , I saw a fluffy red fox playing  in my spacious garden.

On Tuesday, I found a neglected , paper cup that was torn and squashed against the tarmac pavement.

On Wednesday, I sat under my favourite tree listening to the insects and animals around me as they chirped and squeaked.

On Thursday, I felt the brown and crusty leaves in my dry hands that lay flattened and broken on the life filled soil.

On Friday, I dreamed of going to my home country. I dreamed of going to see the monkeys walking freely on the power lines. I dreamed of eating my grandmothers brilliant food, and I dreamed of drinking coconut water out of a coconut.