|wet weather is my soul's weather.|
cloudy. Cloudy with partial sun.
|this odd-shaped thumb of a country|
I love love love.
The isles in the west: these are magical words. Hebrides, inner and outer. The Fairy Pools. Portree. The lighthouse at Neist.
|causeway at low tide. I want to walk across.|
In Scotland, there are people I love, people I can hardly wait to see. In less than a week we'll board a plane for hours and hours and then we'll be there.