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we are experiencing something of a writer's block regarding the edinburgh trip. which is bad, because it was a rather short trip, and most impressions were fleeting, and should be captured here ASAP. i spose what will stay will be the sudden snow shower in Fleshmarket Close, and the recurrence of Dalwhinny Single Malt in several scottish pubs. I don't actually feel like drinking a lesser drink now. let's see what happens on friday.
[before i forget - two things that surprised me about the city were: a. how much it seems like a different country! b. how small a town it is. the Royal Mile is just a mile long.]
in the meantime, a nebulous answer has presented itself, to the perennial existential question of what next / where am i headed / what do i want. get a teaching job, suggests the universe; make a career move out of being a know-it-all and telling people how to do things.
[before i forget - two things that surprised me about the city were: a. how much it seems like a different country! b. how small a town it is. the Royal Mile is just a mile long.]
in the meantime, a nebulous answer has presented itself, to the perennial existential question of what next / where am i headed / what do i want. get a teaching job, suggests the universe; make a career move out of being a know-it-all and telling people how to do things.
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If you are, didn't Edinburgh look like Gondor? The crystalline light in the crystalline air, the honey coloured sun on high proud stone buildings, spires and flags and wind, all ringed by old, old, hills, and the faraway sea.
Tiny tears pricked up in my eyes - suddenly, unbidden, and I thought -'I found Middle Earth'.
Then I saw all the people rushing down the High Street and quickly - too quickly - woke up from that dream. But I remember that feeling and I wish it could come back.
good stuff, zareen!