Spring’s arriving in Edinburgh.
It’s not coming all at once but rather in a series of packages that fight through the wind and the rain before bursting open. Little love bombs of colour and sunshine, drying things out and birthing newness that winter had put in a cupboard and told us to forget about.
Everyone seems happier, kinder and more open in the sunshine. The summer we arrived in Edinburgh was grim. The weather was awful and people were not for talking. I realise I can take that less personally now.