i woke up to this one morning while walking to my GP practice. everything was covered in a mist so thick it felt like i was walking in an enchanted village in a different world. everything was unbelievably beautiful.
i have mixed feelings about where i am (figuratively) now. it's all good when i am three hours away and practically uncontactable. i only talk to less than 5 people frequently, and i am removed from the epicentre of all drama and unrest. the mountains and the brown dog that walks along the perimeter of the fence with me when i walk past his house replace the anxiety and frustration i feel when i am anywhere near civilisation.
i came back this weekend, and was reminded of certain things - and people. i was also reacquainted with certain feelings i wish i never had. and when c told me what c told me - that the feline was a good match with thunder - my universe imploded slightly (ever the drama queen, i know) - and there was a noticeable but barely audible hiss of released air.
but one gathers one's losses and tries to soldier on, as well as she can.
sometimes i feel so deeply for you that it hurts, but in a good way.
two more weeks. driving around tarland and going to aboyne for house visits and visiting alstrean house fills me with a great love for scotland. i am terribly fond of tarland now, and shall be horribly sad to leave.
on a more sombre (and pathetic) note, here's to the next three months, and to the next two years.
