Remembering Phase I
An eventful one month has come to an end. Spending the time that I did in Scotland was a beautiful experience. Spending day and night in a land as enchanting as the highlands was probably something I should’ve done a long time ago. It’s sometimes hard to believe how simply standing alone among trees, listening to the wind rustling leaves on branches and on the ground, and the water flowing over roots and rocks along the shore can leave you in a figurative existential vacuum, so that the only thing you’re aware of is all your troubles being replaced by a calmness you’d never known possible.