It’s such a beautiful day that I decided to cycle along the river. It’s hot but no hotter than the hottest day of a Belfast summer. The air smells of wild flowers, of daisies, dandelions, and rose of sharon.
I was reminded of childhood summers spent playing in the park. I used to lie in the grass with my friends and little sister making daisy chains. We wore crowns made of daisies and forgot to go home in time for tea.