I was feeling a little topsy-turvy after a long day at work recently.

Managed to cheer myself up...by thinking of the moments over the past year that truly made me happy. Those few hours of pure bliss each year at the start of each summer - between finishing exams, rushing back to the flat to pack up and dashing to get a cab down the highway to Heathrow to catch my flight...with the sun shining on my face as I had only one thought on my mind - home. The year was over. The labour had ended (temporarily). All cares were cast aside, all worries forgotten. Those few hours of pure joy - freedom - unbelievable relief and hope. No matter what had happened, soon I would be safe. It was the anticipation of something so abstract, something longed-for for such a long time that brought such happiness for just a short fleeting moment. Alas, it shall probably be a long while before I feel that again. My head and heart are empty and although the sun shines outside, clouds gather within.