Kilts

Time to talk kilts.

I'm spending a lot of time in Scotland, about 35%-50%.

Every time I see a man in a kilt, it takes my breath away.

They are Scotland's tuxedos.

And everytime I see a man in a tuxedo (with tails) it takes my breath away.

Here the history and pride just unravels itself around me. To see a man in a kilt says that there is a wedding or a prom or a very important event nearby. I am reminded that I am not just visiting Scotland, but that I am a part of it. That I am privileged. I feel that I've been allowed to glimpse a country's most important and intimate moments.

And if there's a set of bagpipes nearby? My heart swells. Tears come to my eyes.

Heaven, I'm sure, cannot rival this experience.