Toots in Solitude

By Toots

Leith

An early start in a landscape of crisp frost and peoples breath emitted like vaporisers. I always find it strange that the bodily function of breathing just naturally goes on but when you can see its warmth hitting the colder air it's like looking at an Xray or something 3D, a person reveals something of him/her self from inner.

On the way home I saw what seemed like 100's of Santas running laps around Princes Street Gardens. What confusion for children!

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