Things I’m Thinking About

Sitting on a bus that is traveling from Oxford to Edinburgh. London was the worst of the three. It was a good enough experience, but Oxford was actually enjoyable. I hope to come back during Christmas with enjoyable people. 

For the past four hours the drive has been gorgeous. It’s been dripping rain drops down the window while we drive through, around, and over massive mountains. Everyone’s property is surrounded by stone walls or dense bushes. It’s gorgeous. Lambs and pigs and other livestock just go about their business in the different walled-off sections. The mountains are different. They don’t have any trees on them. It’s just a massive mountain covered in grass and little, tiny white dots that one can only assume are far away sheep. 

I just ate Burger King in Scotland. God forgive me.

If clouds are like window drapes, then trees are like carpets.

It’s the difference between old people moving on and young ones just starting.

If far away mountains are adventures, then the ground under my feet might be one too.

It just depends on who is where and what they’re looking at.

If red is red, then pink could be white.

If pink is pink, then white is most definitely white.

When it comes to rivers, does the water demand the direction or does the ground suggest it?