We went with my family to Scotland in September 2007. (Is it really so long already? Time to go again.)

I could go on and on about that trip. But mostly I remember how settled into myself I felt from the minute we stepped off the plane. I knew how to find my way around Edinburgh immediately, which was weird because I still regularly get lost in Houston though I’ve been here for 8 years. But I felt solid there, as if I had a firm spot on the planet in the middle of all that grey sky and deep green grass.

And our photos are full of doorways. This is less a testament to Scotland than to Dingo’s eye, I know.

I have these photos all over the place.

I think about going through those doors.

Climbing to the other side. Into green.