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This morning the walk to campus was accomplished in a sleep-tinged fog. Rounding the corner, the leaves still clinging to the branches of the white birch trees glinted metallic in the slanted light, a waterfall of golden coins, frozen in motion.
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The campus where most of my classes are located is at the top of a steep hill, south of the city center in Edinburgh. The library has the best view; from that high vantage point Edinburgh Castle’s perch on the Mound is clearly visible, and the bulk of Arthur’s Seat to the right, and in between a half-hundred spires, and the slate-tile rooflines. Beyond that lies the water. On a clear day you can see further, beyond, to a flat plain with a single peak rising.
Today was not a clear day, but it still felt like you could see beyond. It was merely clouds, merely the angle of the sun creating colors and shadows out of the white-- but it spun out ridgelines, a mountain, a deep gorge cutting through-- fields and farms, a great patchwork-- a long stretch of beach fading into the sea . . .
If I went down to the Waters of Leithe today, would I find a boat there, waiting for me? Could I sail that boat down to the sea, across the Firth of Forth, and light upon that distant shore?
The campus where most of my classes are located is at the top of a steep hill, south of the city center in Edinburgh. The library has the best view; from that high vantage point Edinburgh Castle’s perch on the Mound is clearly visible, and the bulk of Arthur’s Seat to the right, and in between a half-hundred spires, and the slate-tile rooflines. Beyond that lies the water. On a clear day you can see further, beyond, to a flat plain with a single peak rising.
Today was not a clear day, but it still felt like you could see beyond. It was merely clouds, merely the angle of the sun creating colors and shadows out of the white-- but it spun out ridgelines, a mountain, a deep gorge cutting through-- fields and farms, a great patchwork-- a long stretch of beach fading into the sea . . .
If I went down to the Waters of Leithe today, would I find a boat there, waiting for me? Could I sail that boat down to the sea, across the Firth of Forth, and light upon that distant shore?
