As I spend more and more time at school and less of the year at home, the family, friends, and places of where I grew up become synonymous with the season when I am home - summer.
Summer is not just a break from schoolwork or nice weather, but a time that helps me remember what my home is like.
It is human to connect abstract ideas like the comfort of home and the warmth of friendship with the concreteness inherent in the idea of a season.
The sun on my neck, the smell of grass and leaves and life, the relief of a cool breeze.
My home is in these memories; my home is in these images.