Beautiful. Historical. Vibrant. Happy.
“Last christmas I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away. This year, to save me from tears, I’ll give it to someone special.”
The christmas music almost drowns in the sound of the raindrops hitting the roofs of the stands at the market. The colorful lights draw people in from the nearby busy shoppingstreet. Scots and tourists alike are milling back and forth, looking for the perfect buy, the perfect souvenir or gift. A wooden figure? Some scotch? Maybe a classic scottish hat?
It’s cold. The puddles I can’t help but step in, soak my feet. Yet, I, like the ones around me, am smiling. I breathe in the smell of warm beverages mixed with cinnamon and ginger bread. Rubbing my hands together, I walk past an elderly couple. Their accent is more interesting than the actual words being said. Rolling R’s. No G’s at the end (“Evening” = “Evenin”). But I do catch “I dinnae ken” and “eh?”
The moment passes and I move on. I spot a small wooden owl and immediately head for it. “Ey, look, it’s Hazel!” I call to my sister. Turning it, I add “shit, it’s expensive…” She comes over, “owls are so cute”. I nod and again picture the owl I had on my arm earlier the same day.
I put the wooden owl down and look around. Edinburgh is pulsing. Moving. Vibrant. Alive.