I feel a strange sense restlessness again...the smell of the wild flower of Aviemore, the harsh cold winds of the Ness mixed with the fading sunlight....makes me restless again...
After a long hike, when someone comes forward and shares a bowl of hot soup in some rundown backpacker hostel..or lights a small fire with charcoal and damp wood...the smell of earthy highlands melts into your heart...the touch of carelessly beautiful chuckle reminds me...Its time...long arduous road ahead...
I am feeling restless again.
I am feeling restless again.
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