Wish I was there...
(Source: Personal photo from my trip.)
These beauteous forms,
Through a long absence, have not been to me
As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:
But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din
Of towns and cities, I have owed to them
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;
And passing even into my purer mind,
With tranquil restoration...
(From William Wordsworth's "Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey.")
Missing Scotland with every ounce of my being.