After weeks of grey skies the sun finally came out, along with a fine dusting of snow. This winter has been warm and dark, confusing for daffodils and for my little brain.
I got up early, determined to make the most of the quiet streets and gentle light. I walked into town armed with a breakfast picnic and climbed up Calton Hill – my favourite viewpoint.
As I sipped my tea, the sun became stronger and the clouds began to disperse. Children ran through the snow, dogs sniffed around my feet trying to catch the crumbs from my croissant. Holiday makers took photographs, laughing as they slipped and slid on the ice.
When my toes began to throb with cold I set off back home, taking my time to admire what I saw. Sunshine brings out the little details – the textures of stone work, the pops of green and yellow among the grey and black. It casts shadows, emphasising the ironwork and the ivy. It raises my spirits.