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.
ReplyDeleteI adore this post. Even when you don't feel "here," I could read you all day.
ReplyDeleteI hope to go to Skye someday. I will look at the mountains and think of you.
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