Driving back home this morning after dropping John off at work for the early shift. The light of day is slowly creeping into being, illuminating the mists that have settled into the valleys between the hills. Trees stand out here and there and are obscured only a few feet farther away. I turn on the radio only to hear the thunderously present music of Amazing Grace in heart-rending bagpipes and drums. I drive on through the mist, completely convinced for as long as the pipes play on, that I am in Scotland itself.