106. ...golden fire ignite the horizon...
(morning thinking)
Spring forward has unleashed the early morning sunrise squad. The taxis are arriving just after six this week. Hyundais, Skodas and black cabs disgorge foreign students who I hope crept out of their city centre halls with more stealth and consideration for sleeping neighbours than their behaviour at this end of the journey suggests. They invariably yelp with exhilaration as they exit their Ubers and City Cabs at pace and race to the shore. Each time I’m sure their shouts will reach up to reverberate through our windows and burrow under my boy’s duvet and wake him up. I don’t understand the floating Chinese conversations that echo off the flats opposite but the gleeful excitement translates easily.
Their shouts, though a wee bitty thoughtless, are justified. Portobello Beach hosts a beautiful sunrise and watching the golden fire ignite the horizon is powerful magic. It lights something in your soul.
It can be difficult, even as a local, to recognise that there are other people on the planet when you stand on cold sand and let the thick soupy sunlight gloop over East Lothian and into your face with the viscosity of a premium hair conditioner or squeezy bottle runny honey.
You should come down and see for yourself. If you do please bring your quiet voice and tamp down the noise, my family are sleeping.
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