The magic lingers… I start writing and stop… I am still searching for words: carefully, cautiously, hardly believing that life can be so hear-breakingly beautiful at times… Legends, chivalry, childhood dreams… Scotland, England: highlanders, knights, clash of armor, bagpipe tunes, heather, cliffs towering over the sea, beacons in the night on an empty shore, sound of wind in the golden fields under golden sunshine, old castle ruins, new friends, laughter, spooky stories at the graveyard, intricate ornaments of Celtic crosses, white Tower of London, white sails on the river, night train across the country with the moon riding the clouded skies behind the window, a street festival in a gorgeous city, tartan wool, cries of seagulls… All of that and much more packed into one week. As my mind picks an image after image, like little jewels to be stored in the treasure chest of memory, the magic lingers…