Surrounded by heathers and flanked by the mother earth and the sky

I read Emily Brontë's Wuthering Heights for the first time since my college days.

I was struck by the sheer honesty about human nature, emotion, live, death, and love. Narrated by Nelly, who is of the world, we get to know the inner turmoils of Catherine and Heathcliff, who are half of this world but also of quite another universe.

I once had the great opportunity of visiting Howarth. It is wonderful to ponder the unlimited possibilities of human imagination. Surrounded by heathers and flanked by the mother earth and the sky, my soul gradually wondered yonder. 

I was Heathcliff, and I was Catherine.