It was one of those days where there was a cold bitter chill in the November air. She had missed her train with a half an hour wait for the next one. People had been making fun of her accent all day, usually she didn’t mind but today it made her feel that pang of homesick. The grey sky rolling over the hills suited her mood. On the train the inspector was nice but not one she knew by name. On returning to the city, she wandered through the centre and suddenly the lights were bright, people were everywhere, there was laughter and merriment all around her and she got lost amongst everyone else. The loud chatter and vibrant atmosphere made her feel like she was home again. And she inhaled it all, closing her eyes and picturing her home city, feeling at peace once again. You can find pieces of home anywhere you go if you look hard enough.