#atinylife Excerpt

George Street … up the hill on the other side …

The old town winds round nooks, surprisingly situated shops, and vennels – not alleyways, proper Scottish vennels.

Cobbles and piercings walk you up Cockburn Street.

Leith Walk as it promises, promenades you down to Leith, still its own town despite being subsumed into the city years ago.

Everywhere, pubs and cafes spill noise, warmth, and ripped music straggling in the wind.

The fresh Scottish air mixes with the diesel of buses, the warm smell of alcohol, cigarette smoke from Regal Kingsize, roll ups.

It has been so long since I have seen university students.

It has been so long since I have seen homeless people.

It has been so long since I have seen purposeful, young professionals stepping into taxis with wealth and good fortune pressed into their perfect George Street clothes.how-many-wrongs

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