I like the light that comes off metal shutters at siesta time in the summer, having a break from driving in the shops at motorway services, the odour of petrol at petrol stations, rolling down little slopes. I hate it when you tread in a puddle and the water soaks your socks.
What I want people to take from this is that it isn't simple. People judge you, people tell you what you should do. You do the best you can.