September thoughts

I am remembering those who have gone on ahead tonight, and Sophia was one of them. My memories start with her little house at Tigharry in North Uist, just off the main road on the West Side of the island. I still remember her broad smile and serene face appearing in the doorway as she welcomed me in, chiding me gently for being early. Endless talk ensued, three nights running, with Torran looking on out of the shadows. For my convenience, Sophia kept an angle-poised lamp on, but otherwise she preferred the dark of the night. I am not the only one to say that my brief encounter with Sophia was nonetheless profound. She quietly slipped away in the night, leaving Torran behind, now nearly two years ago.