You do sunsets very well. Especially on cold days. Your skies can turn all shades of pink and dusky purple. Last Sunday at 16.38 we decided to go to Calton Hill to capture the light and silhouettes of your skyline. We had 30 minutes and parking in the city centre is not great, you don't do parking very well, that has to be said. It turned out that about 50 other people had the exact same idea and we were surrounded by tripods, people with much bigger lenses than ours and a loud chatter in at least 5 different languages. I didn't mind. I could just spot the Forth Road Bridge on the distant horizon, little ants of people on the summit of the Arthur's Seat, countless chimneys of New Town and toy-sized double-deckers on the South Bridge.
You didn't disappoint. I almost forgot about your never-ending road works, horizontal rain and how far we were from our families and friends. On evenings like this one, I count myself lucky to not be a tourist but a part of you. Even if I feel like a spare part sometimes, this year will mark 7 years since I started living here and probably one of the first few years when I started to call you home.
With a distant sound of an ambulance, we walked down the Calton Hill and went home.