Scotland

There’s something about the smell of the air: salt and cut grass and spring flowers and damp earth. This is a magical place.

I sit, the midnight sky still tinted with light, and feel thankful for all I have. Next door, April lies asleep with a look of utter peace and vulnerability that makes my heart ache with love for her. It is evening in Montreal, and I hope that my love is enjoying a night off. His absence from our holiday and my days here is tangible. Although I know that he would never try to hold me back, I might hesitate before taking off for another extended vacation without him. Family holidays need the whole family.

 

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