Fog, Cold, and the Myth of Escape

I went to the Isle of Skye thinking the landscape would swallow up whatever I was carrying. Instead, the fog just made everything heavier. Every photo I took looked like a postcard, but I never posted them—couldn’t explain how the cold felt like it was seeping in from the inside out. People talk about Scotland’s wild beauty, but no one warns you how lonely it can feel when the mist doesn’t lift for days. I kept waiting for the view to clear, for the trip to mean something. It didn’t. Sometimes you travel as far as you can and still end up right where you started. #TravelConfessions #SoloTravelTruth #IsleOfSkye #Travel