I woke up this morning to the shouts of ‘Mountain Day! Mountain Day!’ in the corridors and so now I look forward to joining a Smith College tradition on my first day back in the States. There has already been a 80s disco breakfast, and soon there will be apple picking, putt-putt, and dinner at a diner. It’s a beautiful autumn day outside but to me it’s warm enough to be summer.
Yesterday I rode two buses, two planes, and two more buses to get me from one small town in Scotland to another small town in Massachusetts. As I left town I saw the waves crashing against the pier through the mist and the rain. And as I left the islands of Britain to cross that vast ocean, I saw the afternoon sun casting the western shores of Ireland aglow. The land was dark, dark, but every pool, every lake and every river was shining bright as mirrors in the sun. And the sea, it shone, reflecting the golden sky.