I want to go back to Scotland. I want to be cold yet warm in layers of clothes. I want to walk the road from the train to the William Wallace Monument. I want to swim in Loch Ness (which I didn't have the guts to last year in October). I want to see green hills. Lots of them. I want fall with orange and gold and yellow and red leaves. I want to spend hours and hours in the used book store in Inverness.
Here's a little of what I'm missing.


"What would the world be, once bereft of wet and wildness?
Let them be left, O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet."
Gerard Manley Hopkins
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