I thought about my initial response to Inverness, a city that I always associated with one of Shakespeare’s bloodiest plays, and I realized how unfair it had been.
I’ve met a lot of people from all over the world in just a few days at hostels, on trains and buses, and even in the middle of the woods. On the day I reached Tyvoan bothy, I met Gavin,…
After reaching the beautiful Lohan Uaine, I stopped at took some pictures. The green water shimmered beneath the gray rock and hovering mist. A number of other people were there as well taking pictures of the green loch. Then the sun began to break through, and the hills revealed themselves more and more.
Free at last from city light,
the stars stretch forth
and reclaim the night
in one grand swath
of dust.