I rose early that morning to an alarm. It was five o'clock in the morning and I rose like a child on Christmas to throw back the curtains and see darkness. The complete darkness that I had expected to find was replaced by a redish glow that seemed to permeate all structures and life that it touched. It felt as if I had awoken in another world, one where the bright clear light of our sun had been replaced by a softer glowing star. Alas, I was in the Roman Camp. This bed and breakfast was the last stop on my journey around the lands of Scotland. Throughout my journey I had grown accustomed excusing my self early to rest up for the next day and only rising when the light of early morning beat down upon my eyes like a blacksmiths hammer. I had yet to see darkness engulf this landscape. I will not say that I enjoy darkness more that day time, but one must admit that everything changes. The experience gathered from view of a world in darkness is unmatched. There is sense of mystery that is trivialized in the light. There is no wonder what may exist over the next hill or behind the next bend. It is in itself a sacred place fully removed from the world experienced in the light of day. As I stood looking out of that window in the early hours of the morning I felt that wonder and mystery again. Falling back asleep for a short few hours before I would truly begin the day I drifted into a world at dusk as the sun was setting. This perfect balance between the greatest part of day and night provide the perfect backdrop to rest at ease.
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