This morning, like practically every single morning since 2009, I latched the lead onto Josey’s collar and walked bleary eyed into the cold. Instead of walking our usual morning route, I mixed it up a bit (much to her confusion) and took her to Inverleith Park. The frost was still clinging onto the rooftops. There was a cold mist hanging about and we were clacking along the sidewalk, breathing in the sharp air.
We skirted around traffic, navigated our way around the various detrisus found along the path, then eventually found our way to one of the crossroads in the park. I looked behind me and couldn’t help but smile at the view spread out before me. The sky was a mix of pink, purple, gold, orange and that sharp silver colour that slices through winter skies. It was difficult to get the layout of the city as some bits were obscured by mist. The top part of Balmoral Hotel caught the light and St Giles made a wonderful silhouette.
My little explorer and I walked around the park, further up to the North side and saw the Pentlands looking dark and mysterious in the background. As I passed others doing their morning routine, we all commented to eachother about the gorgeous morning. I think I must have caught the school run crowd – mostly labrador owners. Dog of choice around these parts, I suppose, as they are good family pets and all.
So. That was our morning. Click click click click went the little Josey paws on the path. I kind of needed the morning to go a little like this.