...and reality

Until last week this has been the colour of autumn in the city - murky brownish-grey, with leaves withering on the trees rather than turning. The heron and ducks are catching the early morning sun on the Water of Leith, the river that runs down from the hills to the sea right through the city. The building in the background used to be a printworks, but is now being turned into flats (apartments).


  1. Ah, the Water of Leith. Sometimes I dream about being there (literally). Somehow water flowing through the city fascinates me - it seems like a world within a world.

    It fascinates me that if I were a leaf, or a water droplet, I could potentially float all the way from the street in front of my house to the Missouri and Mississippi and then to the Gulf of Mexico.


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