Milky milky...

Ambling down Leith Walk at three in the morning, the sun beginning to rise- a warm orange and rose glow behind me-painting the city and fading the black silhouettes back to familiar stone and glass.

Drunk clubbers and partygoers bouncing off the walls and weaving with stark concentration across the pavement.

Focusing on my feet, hearing the rhythmic thud as I take the city in my stride.

Seagulls swooping and landing in the middle of the empty road, snatching scraps and wheeling away.

Two lads pushing a Wiseman's Milk display fridge past Shrubhill House...

1 comments:

Pam said...

Class.