"This is the last time I'll abandon you…oh, I wish I could!"

Sunshine makes this place home. When I look over our wide meadow from my bedroom window, it shines golden rather than paling from wisps of lonely fog. Light flashes into even the deepest shadows from the rustling emerald leaves and the lilies are so bright blue that my fingers would stain if I touched them. Yes, I decide, it really is beautiful.
I am blissfully blind to everything terrible as long as these colors dazzle my eyes.