Arthur's Seat in the morning

I had been away for years and I moved back to Edinburgh. I was staying with a friend in Waverley Park and that first morning, unusually, I awoke at dawn. From my window I could see that Arthur’s Seat was dancing in great swirls of grey mist just for me, to welcome me home. It was about this time of year. Where I live now is less close but close enough. Every morning I check his mood.