Longing for small, curvy roads,
taking me to breathtaking lochs.
Fragrance, colour, beauty explodes
before my eyes in wordless talks…
Missing my lonely drives on long,
isolated, poetical roads of countryside.
Had this nostalgia, adoration all along
By sweetest rains, falling fog mystified.
This is where Nature is at its best.
From mountains to narrow green valleys
Lochs in ever changing colours, blessed!
A wonderful country for all families…
Missing being there, breathing the air,
pure, scent laden, picturesque, rich…
Oh dear God, I wish now I were there
My Utopia, to my heaven: a sky bridge….