Just miss Scotland

I just miss Scotland. When it's hot in the shade, and when rain is talking to me. When I am walking through my thoughts or through my years.

Remember the first breath there, and the first tear here. I feel all my roots here melting there: my beloved country and I can see no borders.

A hint, a smell, a smile, the silence of a powerful island, the cry of the town, the pride.

I just miss Scotland and Italy as well.