The street lamps glow, the sky grows dark,
And still the streets are thronged
With folk about their leisure here
Idly strolling down the Mile.
And I can wander with this joy,
Knowing that I can smile
For though I’ve said goodbye forever,
At least ’twas a sweet farewell.
Among the many things I liked about the Edinburgh Fringe was the feeling of meeting new people and making near-instant friends. One of the best of these was a young American lady who was particularly charming. Alas, she and I parted ways.
In less fairytale news, this is the first time that I have used the word ”twas’ since over a year ago…
The Hapless Neo-Romantic