Who doesn't love Edinburgh at this time of year?
This season of melancholy greys and seeping chill.
Ten minutes from the crowds on Princes Street, ten minutes from St Andrew Square and George Street, one has time to think.
Things are quieter down here, less maddening.
One has time to reflect on skies of Arctic blue …
and winter pearl.
To pause for a moment from the travelling, and consider …
gathering decay …
or to wander slowly, directionless, in search of …
sudden, brilliant
surprise.
