Brainstorming: Oxford

Foxes crossing the streets in the dead of night while walking back home.
Fascinating churchyards, where gravestones seem to be swallowed down by the ground.
Iffley and the Fir Tree – open mic!, Cowley Rd and second hand shops.
St Clements and the Half Moon. The Isis – or Thames, Southpark: a sunset made of spires and domes enriched with the colours of autumn.
Old Speckled Hen, Newcastle, Abbot Ale, Cornish ales. White wine and lemonade, a can of Red Star. The “Dodgy Deli” and Cowley Carnival.
Deep fried Mars bars, fish and chips, a luxurious fish pie eaten at candlelight, the pleasure of mint tea. The discovery of spices and five years spent trying to master them. In the kitchen the colours and smells of Indian, Mexican, Japanese, British, Spanish, French, Arabic food. Learning – a bit at time, to love them.
Waiting for a friend by the Lamb and the flag, staring at the Bodleian Library and at gargoils.
Being asked my ID at the supermarket every time I wanted to buy a bottle of alcohol, never thought I could look that young.
The Milkman, flipflops and BBQ at the first warm, sunny weekend. Cycling everywhere.
Walking alone, looking around, smiling at times, feeling at home knowing it wont be “forever”.
Getting used to the fact that everything comes, goes, changes. Learning to be grateful, to thank and to be happy just with a book in my hands.