A story of water and sky, the painter of the clouds are extravagant.
I did wonder a few times if we would ever reach the storm in the distance.
We never did. Yet the sky is always more beautiful when there are tempest. I suppose you can't have rainbows without rain, and no rainbows would deprive us our pots of gold.
Clouds were never the same twice. And having said this to a friend, I realized the truth and folly of these words.
Nothing is ever the same twice. Every moment existed but once. Everything we see are constantly changing, moving and transforming even if only on a microscopic level. Even our bodies, our very vessels are broken apart and recreated, dying and reproducing, this very second. Nothing is ever the same twice, therefore seizing the day, I pulled the trigger all the more furiously.
We drew closer to the castle to pick up our tour mates. I have seen this place from this vantage point before. But it is a wonder how the time of the day can change the atmosphere of it.
I watched the twirling water as the boat drift to a halt.
I found the slowly subsiding ripples fascinating as well. The boarding children can scream and shout or dash about, across the deck. But no noise and nose-assaulting engine smell can diminish the soothing magic spell of the vanishing circles.
The sun set on the west. A band of color dressed the eastern horizon. A flock of gulls soared and swivel overhead. Though I won't call this reunion with Nessie's home the biggest highlight of the trip, it was a fitting a restful close for a long day of travel.
At 4pm, the sun was gone. From the northern tip of Inverness, we drove south through the Grampian Mountains and into Perth, catching some salmon paninis in the Victorian resort town of Pitlochry. Halfway before the dinner stop, we also manage to catch a glimpse of local fireworks over the treetops.
It was a very fruitful day. I heartily recommend
Timberbush tours and once again, a million thanks to
Dave, our guide and driver for making this a pleasant memory. God knows how many of us would ever come this way again. I certainly hope so, but the earth is changing, it could be very different the next time round. But until then, I could smile and give thanks for this special day of rest and pilgrimage into the heart of the fabled Scottish highlands. This land can be harsh and unforgiving, yet elegant and noble at the same time, I can see now, why this stunning place can give birth to true Bravehearts.
I did wonder a few times if we would ever reach the storm in the distance.
We never did. Yet the sky is always more beautiful when there are tempest. I suppose you can't have rainbows without rain, and no rainbows would deprive us our pots of gold.
Clouds were never the same twice. And having said this to a friend, I realized the truth and folly of these words. Nothing is ever the same twice. Every moment existed but once. Everything we see are constantly changing, moving and transforming even if only on a microscopic level. Even our bodies, our very vessels are broken apart and recreated, dying and reproducing, this very second. Nothing is ever the same twice, therefore seizing the day, I pulled the trigger all the more furiously.
We drew closer to the castle to pick up our tour mates. I have seen this place from this vantage point before. But it is a wonder how the time of the day can change the atmosphere of it.
I watched the twirling water as the boat drift to a halt.
I found the slowly subsiding ripples fascinating as well. The boarding children can scream and shout or dash about, across the deck. But no noise and nose-assaulting engine smell can diminish the soothing magic spell of the vanishing circles.
The sun set on the west. A band of color dressed the eastern horizon. A flock of gulls soared and swivel overhead. Though I won't call this reunion with Nessie's home the biggest highlight of the trip, it was a fitting a restful close for a long day of travel.
At 4pm, the sun was gone. From the northern tip of Inverness, we drove south through the Grampian Mountains and into Perth, catching some salmon paninis in the Victorian resort town of Pitlochry. Halfway before the dinner stop, we also manage to catch a glimpse of local fireworks over the treetops.
It was a very fruitful day. I heartily recommend Timberbush tours and once again, a million thanks to Dave, our guide and driver for making this a pleasant memory. God knows how many of us would ever come this way again. I certainly hope so, but the earth is changing, it could be very different the next time round. But until then, I could smile and give thanks for this special day of rest and pilgrimage into the heart of the fabled Scottish highlands. This land can be harsh and unforgiving, yet elegant and noble at the same time, I can see now, why this stunning place can give birth to true Bravehearts.
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