Picture This: Sunset in Edinburgh’s New Town

Climbing up the back of Hanover Street, the Old Town hovers in the sky like a mirage from a distant age. To my right, shooting down George Street, the sun crashes to the earth again. Its wake reminds me of the last vibrant flashes of a fever dream. Everything is cast either in the gauzy pastels of fantasy or sharp, black silhouettes.

The symmetry of the moment stills me.

A statue of William Pitt the Younger, little more than a somber outline, stares at a castle in the sky. Edinburgh overflows with such contrasts. Precious metals ripple to the horizon chased by a sky black as the night sea. It’s little wonder so many boundless imaginations harbored here. My own creative sails have pulled taught in these mystic drafts.

Listening to: Eluvium – An Accidental Memory in the Case of Death