Scotland in a fog. the weather seemed in a tizz on this day of political uncertainty (where are we going?) and it felt right to re-start my photo diary.
my lungs feel free and airy because all the people i love seem to have really good things going on in their lives that they’re excited about and so the sky seemed vast and bright despite the veil of mist.
i really like waking up to bird sound outside my window instead of cars. i like my new flat. i like how the sea sounds louder at night. i like how even though this land isn’t wild wild, it is still beautiful, and i like that pigeons don’t seem afraid of people. i like this mabon drizzle. i like the passion in people that campaigned and voted for independence, they are agents of change and fearlessness, and the witch and the rose quartz potion and the feminine cave creature celebrate fearlessness.