I wouldn’t have guessed it, but the land is even more beautiful as I head north. The sun is rising. The hills are dotted with white sheep, and stone cottages amid clumps of trees reveal themselves. How have I waited over 40 years to come here?

I wouldn’t have guessed it, but the land is even more beautiful as I head north. The sun is rising. The hills are dotted with white sheep, and stone cottages amid clumps of trees reveal themselves. How have I waited over 40 years to come here?
They whisper down across the field,
The winds above Culloden–
“I love America. I don’t see why anyone leaves. It’s so big, and there’s so much to do. It’s like one giant Disneyland!’