While I work I sit right next to a window, and I can hear all the sounds from out there. Someone is mowing their lawn, the wind rustles a few leaves, but most of all I can hear the sounds of the sea gulls.
And it sounds just like in Visby, Gotland... This time of year, before the intense summer heat, I could fool myself to being on my island, a day in June... At least it SOUNDS the same!
If I could just smell the warm, newly painted tar on an old fishing shack door... Feel the cold of a sandstone to sit on, tasting the flower of the cowslip (gullviva, and yes, you CAN eat the flowers), seeing the wood louses (gråsugga) scurrying around.
Then I would truly feel I was back on my island... Gotland. But at least I have the sound of the seagulls!