mmmmmmmmmm for me they are the sun on the reed beds along the river at the edge of the bottom paddock of the place I grew up, or over the road in the bird sanctuary where I spent my days wading around in over-the-top-of-the-wellies water observing the nesting habits of the local birds. Hot sun, shimmery haze, wet smell of reeds, soft wind............. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh