The room was quiet, it was just me there. It was dark outside and a few low lights made a warm glow on the old rough stone walls of the kitchen. The art was a piece of white paper with the black outline of a heart on. The heart was full of torn up pieces of colourful paper and underneath was written ‘I love you to pieces’.

Like plants, we need the right conditions in order to thrive.

‘Where do you live?’. It depends on exactly when you ask me.