The Welsh have a sixth sense, called hiraeth, in Welsh, meaning a longing for home. It is that sense, deeply felt and ineluctable, when wistfulness, homesickness, and yearning converge upon the rock, the earth, the sky, the rivers, the valleys, and the sea of Wales; our small but cherished piece of the planet, land of their foremothers and fathers, land of the blood that is ours but that we may never have known.
To be born Welsh, as any Welsh woman, man, or child would proudly agree, is to be born privileged; not with silver spoons in our mouths, but with music in your hearts and poetry in your souls.
Cymru am byth! Y ddraig goch ddyry cychwyn! Long live Wales!