Travelling for hours after much bickering between my travel mate and I, through English fog and winter’s breathe… we were finally minutes away from the ultimate destination of our English sojourn. My heart pounded slightly faster as if it has longed for this moment. And as we stepped off the site shuttle and stepped on sacred ground, my heart fluttered more.
The first view of Stonehenge was imbued with a sense of reverential magic. In the stillness of the morning, the air vibrated with a sense of meaning.
There were many crows in the fields.
The sky was somewhat overcast. And yet, for a slight second, the sun shone, allowing me to capture this one picture.
It was all worth it. 3000 or so miles away from home, across oceans and countries… I came and saw and felt… a sense of coming home…