Early morning in Edinburgh, its twilight and the streets are empty. I left Matt’s flat around 6 in the morning and trekked through the cobblestone streets. It felt eerie and cold. The wind howled and I felt like a madman. Thick drops of rain fell rarely and the cars and shops were all quiet and dead. I was tired and bleary eyed. Near Waverly I finally found a cab running who took me the rest of the way to the bus. And from the bus I managed to the airport.
The atmosphere now changed from quiet people to bustles and hustles and all the luggage and clean faces and dirty faces and tired faces. The airport is open. I am flying back to London.
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still quiet
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