A Scottish Honeymoon
June 9, 2017
I feel as though a part of me remains in Scotland. When I drive on the highway to work, I half-expect the trees to break and reveal the rolling green hills of the highlands. It’s a strange sensation, because I wasn’t particularly awe struck while I was there. I’d seen greater beauty in the American Midwest. But what I saw in Scotland is lingering even now, almost two weeks after I’ve returned home.