Home is wherever I'm with you

I'm on the train home. I'm almost there. I'm excited and in constant awe of the sky. No picture I could take, much less one on a speeding train, could do the Scottish sky proud. There are thick clouds in the distance, looking every inch like snow covered mountains, and above, the cotton soft wisps are highlighted with the dying embers of the sunset. The sky beyond is such a blue that only nature herself can create.

I'm going home. Where my heart is. But I've gladly left little pieces behinds, in that tiny little town in Wales, a country I love almost as much for the beauty it contains; my mama, my sister, nephew and niece. Wales has a strength and soul that matches Scotland. But I'm a proud Scottish girl, and I'm speeding towards the arms of home.


I'm almost there now.