1. Waking up in the morning
My eyes gently flicker open to the sun tiger striping my room as it penetrates the blinds. Outside on the pagoda below, the birds are flitting through the rose bushes chittering the morning gossip to each other as they work. Over the fence the neighbours hens are clucking contentedly in the weak morning sun, a sound as soothing as bubbling porridge. A sheep might bleat in the distance. If I am lucky and the time is right, or if it's Sunday morning bell practice, then the cathedral bells will start to add thier tinkling to the cacophany of the world waking up as the distance mellows thier imperious resonance as time would mellow a wine.
2. The weather.
It is always properly sunny. The sky is always fully blue. There is never a haze of pollution. There is always a breeze, sometimes tickling playfully at your skin, sometimes gusting and tugging at the washing on the line, but always there to ensure that it's never uncomfortably hot.
3. The locotion.
Few places are as fortunate to have such a compilation of extravagantly beautiful locations within such an easy distance. Even the city centre, so commonly a decay of weary concecrete, is a jumbled mismatch of unique coloured facades, bleached to milky colours by the sun. You can spend an entire afternoon looking up and never be bored.
4. Going to sleep in the evening
The blossom on the cherry tree in the neighbours garden begins to fluoresce as the sun goes down. The smell of the jasmine and roses that drape the pagoda below my window become intoxicating. I lie in bed drowsy under thier heavy scent listening to the ornamental waterfall tinkling into pond. The occassional plop of a frog into the pond and thier accompanying deep bull frog croaks. The feeling of complete and utter safety.
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