My friend, Sheelagh, who lives near Inverness, tells me that the weather there is “murky” and likely to stay that way for the next few weeks. She is wishing the sun would shine and things owuld get a little bit warm. I told her I’d love to trade places with her. As I write this, it is 100 degrees here in Northern California. I long to feel the cool mist of fog on my skin, drink in the sweet moisture as I breathe, and feel rejuvenation from the incessant heat and dryness here.
I have this conversation with Sheelagh often; she thinks I would soon grow tired of the dampness and the cold. I don’t think that I would. I think that I would be so happy to live in the place that I find to be so alive and the people so kind and good natured….and with that particular form of Scottish humor. It’s what I have dreamed of since I was ten years old, and I just don’t imagine myself being anything other than happy to be there, no matter how early the skies become dark in the winter. She is certain that I would.
I tell her that I would love to have the opportunity to find out.