The Drive

I left home early Saturday

The sky that clear dark blue that comes at the end of night

Birdsong loud, inspiring and all around

Frost has stretched out its icy hand and touched us in our sleep

A hare bounds across a field

A good sign for sure

The drive, it’s nothing!

Half the length of an island, that’s all

There is a corner of our Kingdom

Remote, rugged and breathtakingly beautiful

Head northwest and just keep going

You’ll know when you’ve arrived

The reward

Silver threads of snow clinging to the highest parts of Foinaven

Like a reflection of the cirrus clouds high above

Loch Inchard resembling a highly polished piece of platinum

Reflecting light in million different directions

A timeless feeling begins gnawing at soul

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