Katia's Legacy

Edinburgh Medical School, first thing this morning , opening its doors to the new term's students

Along with the returning students came the weather; unobtrusively at first, as if to allay any fears about the forecast of hurricane Katias death throes.
A gentle breeze and a clear light with only a hint of a smirr of rain, and warm too. Perhaps it was going to miss Edinburgh.

But no, stepping out for the second time, the breeze had become a wind, enough for his Lordship to dispense with his hat which has a habit of taking off and barreling along the road in conditions like this, and the rain was hardly a smirr any more.

Now as I type and look out of the window, the gusts of wind are gale force. The fallen leaves are in a race across the grass and the branches of the trees are lashed horizontal. Veils of rain sweep across the Meadows catching up the walkers.
Anorak hoods are up: umbrellas are useless, a fact that any English students from the shires, new to the city might be well to realise very quickly. Edinburgh like Chicago is a windy place at the best of times.

Ploughing into the wind is like having a free face lift, while walking with the gusts at one's back makes for nature's work out of little involuntary skips and runs, bringing a smile to the lips at the realisation of how funny this must look.

On the way to visit my friend o.m.t's later, I expect a face lift on the way, and a hop, skip and a few jumps home, with a smile on my face of course.