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Magic in Edinburgh
My Life in Vignettes
“This is a city of shifting light, of changing skies, of sudden vistas. A city so beautiful it breaks the heart again and again.”
― Alexander McCall Smith
As the sun rises, I watch the city of Edinburgh slowly revealed… a dark foggy nothingness giving way to a thousand rooftops accented by a spire here and there, dark and unfocused at first, but gradually taking on shape, form, and color. Finally, the edge of the sun peeks over the horizon and dazzling light spills into and across the room, putting a sudden and audible end to muffled conversations.
The bride and groom touch, and she whispers something softly into his ear. Both turn to look out the open window. On the table beside them, a once-full bottle of fine malt, a dozen empty glasses, and a stone jug of spring water sit where they were last touched.
“Wow… Look at that!” from the kilted man wearing the splendid red uniform tunic.
I have no words to adequately describe the scene being painted below as the sun continues its steady, lazy morning stretch, revealing a hilltop here, a wisp of smoke from a chimney there, the ancient castle perched to our left, and the blue ocean in the distance bathed…
