Spring in the Highlands

Remember THIS moment.

The breeze pushed against me—pushed through my heart and soul.

“Remember this moment,” I said out loud.

Remember this moment when all is ahead and nothing is yet in bloom and prime to, therefore, die.

Instead we are on the cusp of all things: joy, beauty, the promise of possibility.

I looked across the Highland landscape, allowing it to envelope me—all my hopes and dreams—and felt gratitude, simply for this moment.