The rising sun warms the morning sky,
As I prepare to leave the ancient stones
Of this city I have only known
In rain and torrent and the like.
It is almost as if it’s celebrating
The fact that I am leaving soon.
Either that, or it’s its way of saying
A fond and tender goodbye.
It gives me a great deal of satisfaction to go travelling, but Edinburgh, when I was there in August, was incredibly wet.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic