Forgive me, but my words haven’t returned to me entirely just yet. Since leaving Scotland, I’ve been in this strange state, making it difficult to determine if my time there was a dream or if this life I returned to is where I sleep.
Scotland was beautiful. Breath-taking. Magic. As I drove beyond the limits of Edinburgh, into the countryside, the buildings gave way to fields of heather. It draped the mountains in its purple, and in the afternoon, the sunlight caught it in such a way that I thought I would lose myself to the land right then.
And I did lose my heart there. Eleven days, over 2400 miles, and more than 1300 photographs later, I can tell you that it has changed me. It has left me with secrets and given me stories, all of which I will share with you in time.
But first, I still need to shake the tears from my eyes and recenter myself here.