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Scotland wasted no time being Scotland. Mere minutes after we pulled out of Edinburgh on our way to Inverness, the skies — already overcast to begin with — started dropping big beads of rain on the roof and windows of our train. No matter. The gloomy weather only enhanced the drama of the scenes unfolding outside. Mountains, moors, lochs, light, shadow, sheep, horses, heather. Scotland: strong, resilient, valiant, fierce, unfailingly beautiful.
Strangely enough, the cold, remote, sometimes desolate landscape secretly warmed my heart. Perhaps the bleakness outside called out in kinship to the bleakness within, to that part of me that still grieved for things lost. I looked at the gray skies and the near empty earth and thought: my sadness has found its home. I could be happily sad here for the rest of my life.
But that was only the beginning.
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It is so mingaw there ☺ i wont survive.
Hehe. The bigger cities in Scotland are much livelier than this though.
I find the emptiness to be a sense of calmness actually.
Yes.
Cloudy, gloomy, rainy weather depresses me so! I wouldn’t like it there.
Well, it’s not like that all the time… 🙂
Beautiful place! Nindot kaau for meditation. My interest in Scotland piqued after watching Braveheart many years ago. 🙂
Mura’g I’m one of the few people who haven’t seen Braveheart but their history really is fascinating. And their struggles, their bravery, their tragedies…I actually find a lot of parallels with our own country’s history.
oh, wow, so beautiful… the green is greener when it rains 🙂
That’s so true. 🙂