"The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn." Robert BurnsI pulled out of the garage this morning to begin my drive to work.
I was expecting to see the full moon still in the western sky. I stepped outside last night at 10:30 to view the bright full moon in the crystal clear sky.
It seemed strangely dark and quiet out. When I pulled out of the garage, the ground was damp, the sky shrouded in a fine mist. Mist hung about the street lamps giving them a soft yellow glow.
I was immediately transported to a magical land I once visited two Octobers ago. That land, the birthplace of Robert Burns, is known to the world as Scotland. I long to return to that land and feel the magic once more. I am even wearing the shoes I trudged all over Scotland in.
I love the wet o' the morn.
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