Dreamy and Dreary

For the first time on this trip, I stepped away for a morning to go write, so this will be a quick one. Edinburgh as a way of being simultaneously beautiful while being kind of sad. It seems to constantly drizzle. A light, but constant dampness. And I guess that's why so many authors come out of this city. When the weather is this awful, you're forced to stay inside and then you may as well write.

Tato said it well.

The city is so well preserved, because it was out of the way of any important fighting.

And everywhere you walk, it feels like you're transported in time.