#farsickness

Sipping on a nice Scotch, sitting outside in the cool air. Restless. The spring is in my blood but my bones still cling to the winter. I feel the sap flowing in the trees and the restless of the birds moving through going north....i see the bees getting to work. And I feel yearning for things I can't fully define. Yet I'm still tired.

I am homesick for a place I have never been. I know not what or where it lies. I have deep wanderlust in my heart. Perhaps home lies in the place that will always be elsewhere from where I am.

I have never felt so low, so alone, so unable to make it to the home that calls me. Wherever that may be.

Scotland fills me with a sense of nostalgia. I’ve never been there.