In Oban

I’ve never really noticed how beautiful it is here.

In the past, it’s either been on the way to somewhere else

Or, the last time I was here, somewhere I could barely explore because it was too sore to walk any distance.

But this time we whizzed about, me and the wheelchair, from one end of the Esplanade to the other

Celebrating the beauty of the light, and the sense that somehow this was an opening into another dimension

That while they called it the ‘Gateway to the Isles’

It was certainly the gateway to somewhere else

…and that operhaps, the next day, when I made my way to the Isles

I would discover where and what that somewhere else might be.