From Scotland

Just finished watching 'Scotland's Music with Phil Cunningham, 4. Heaven and Earth' on BBC iplayer.

I'm not really a tearful person, but the music surely welled up my eyes.

I cannot imagine the power it would have on me if I were to hear music being played in front of the cold unpredictable seas, with magnificent cliffs as the backdrop, nature overwhelming my every senses to the point that I cannot resist and let it run through my body.

Perhaps this is Scotland, the unforgivingly chilling wind rolling through the highlands, carrying with it the sound of distant villages, far out shores and a smell of vast grasslands that becomes a passing memory the moment you try to touch it.

Countless years flashed before my eyes, like beautiful blossoms in Spring, of fluttering birds beneath the summer sky.

The seasons change and I remain, forever myself truly, forever yours too.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tA2TL5kMRqI