It’s Sunday in the Lowlands.

Maybe in the Highlands, too…

But I can’t say I’ll ever know.

Because I’m here missing you.

There’s a view from those high places.

Sometimes wonder what you see.

I remembered once when I was there.

I had this yearning to be free.

So I left. Was in a hurry.

And my feet they brought me here.

I might go back to visit.

Maybe not. Maybe next year…