just one little glimpse

It must be nice to be one of the steamingly rich people who live on Randolph Crescent. Even on the grottiest day there's always a few minutes when the sun hits it in the afternoon and gives it a happy twinkle in one of its many eyes. If it's ever not sunny it's only a couple of minutes' walk to the magic fairy-streetlight on Charlotte Square. Evidently the brief moment of light and beauty was too much for someone who flung away their shoes and ran away laughing into the evening.

Week finished. Two days of day-long access to proper coffee rather than horrible crap even if it does get fancy concentric froth-patterns in it from the vibration of thumpy feet people going past my desk. Off to Ayr tomorrow for a meal, possibly by train (if Nicky's car can't get it's feet fixed in time after one burst an hour out of Inverness this afternoon) which could be blipertunistic.

Have a nice weekend.
If you usually have a lie in then try getting up really early and catching the dawn - nice in a different way.
If you can't see the sunset then make your own.