Tonight it is very cold. My hands are a strange purple colour and my fingers will not co-operate to hit the keys properly. Or in the right order. I really should put the heating on but I'm going to bed in less than half an hour so why bother?
The Pentland Hills in the distance are blanketed with snow.
The Water of Leith rushes along taking the Pentland Hills to the sea grain by grain.
The Firth of Forth swallows the Water of Leith like a Blue Whale.
( Which would all look spectacular if half of Edinburgh was bulldozed to allow me to see the view. )
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