A winning return

We came back late last night, exhausted by our long walks. I collapsed into bed and have just woken up, with my head still full of the images and soft emotions that I gathered while I was there. I don’t know if it’s Mum’s company or the fact of not being alone, but I really feel like I’ve been revived. The memories are less bitter, the places we revisited lit up by a warm, peaceful light. I went back to the ruins of the old kirk and found the laughing echoes of my childhood, as well as those of my walks with Alasdair. His image is alive in me, and smiles from the depths of my soul.