On the Audacity of Seagulls

I am awoken, like much of Edinburgh’s population, at around 3:20am by a rare thunderstorm. I get up and sit at the living room window with the cat. I have a view across the harbour to Fife, and I watch white roots of lightning appear in the sickly green-brown of the sky. I count theContinueContinue reading “On the Audacity of Seagulls”