When I was on Skye, we attended a ceilidh, not the dancing kind but the music-and-story-telling kind, and it got out late, and on the drive home the dark outline of the mountains felt ominous. I had never felt that way looking at mountains before. I knew they could take me down.
Probably good that you didn't pause in your trip. Best to keep moving when the terrain has an attitude.ReplyDelete
I adore this post. Even when you don't feel "here," I could read you all day.ReplyDelete
I hope to go to Skye someday. I will look at the mountains and think of you.ReplyDelete