Although I am always fascinated by the lights of the city at twilight - a mix of waning natural light and waxing articifial light - what I realise I miss the most is the smell of the August dust carrying dying leaves in my village, the feel of red mud between my toes and the sound of cattle bells as they come back from the grazing fields at dusk. I think deep down, I am just a rural boy. This city stuff is too much for me.