The heavens became so blue but you could see for miles and fly high in the sky. Crimson orange floated across The Valley as the sky turned turquoise; you could hear the birds singing and the train going up and up a mountain with the most brightly coloured parrots singing above my head. I looked out of the window leaning to touch their wings. Gasping in amazement, I reached up to see the red flecked butterflies swirling, sweeping and swooping, dancing flitting, fluttering ribbons, swishing tendrils in silence. Quiet earth awaits me.