The sun came out for a few hours today, to spoil me. Neil Gaiman once described the north of Scotland as a place where “the bones of the world show through,” and although I am nowhere near that, brooding in in Ediburgh and overhearing stuffy conversations about art (really now – if you’re viewing a delightful picture in a delightful museum, do you HAVE to launch into a “oh yes, naturally we have some of his work, but ours are from a more refined period in his life…”?), I can feel these bones here as they slope toward the surface of things.
Which is not to say I am not feeling terrific. I am. Edinburgh is exactly the sort of visually intense place I could picture myself settling in if I had more options. You can feel yourself swishing in through the ghosts at night here. Or do they actually swish through you? I can never tell.
I’ve another adventure planned for myself tomorrow – I’m horrible with adventures, really, but I must do what I have set out to do or I will hate myself later – don’t know yet if it will be a raging disaster or a pinnacle of awesome. Let’s just say it involves heading back south, for now.
Natalia A. 
Have fun, ghosts ‘n all. And may tomorrow be awesome.
Sounds like you’re having a great vacation.
I just realized look like Scully.
That should read: “I just realized YOU look like Scully”
Maybe sometimes… Not in that picture, surely?
Either way, this is pretty much the greatest compliment anyone can pay me. Just thought you should know.
*especially* in that picture.
It was meant as a compliment 🙂