Middle of the Road

Marchmont Road is where I start my strut down into town, if I am headed that way. I know it's going to be a good day if I can walk down without having to swerve to avoid one of the many Marchmont mums-and-buggies, if the green man is proudly standing above the crossing over Melville Drive, if I can stride all the way down Jawbone Walk to finally march all the way up the white line that bisects Middle Meadow walk.

Today was a good day.