02/07/2024
Walking down the rain-soaked streets of medieval Edinburghโs old town. ๐ง๏ธ
Since itโs been raining all day, the roads are slightly flooded. Just as evening begins to fall, the golden rays of the setting sun reflect off the puddles, mixing with the colorful lights of the nearby street shops โ creating a magical mirror of hues. โจ
Earbuds tucked in, bag slung over my shoulder, I walk along feeling strangely peaceful.
In my ears plays softly โ
โIf you missed the train I'm on,
You will know that I am gone,
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred milesโฆโ ๐ถ
A gentle, soothing breeze brushes against my face again and again โ pure and refreshing, untouched by any city poison. I breathe it in deeply, freely.
Thereโs no rush to return home.
No oneโs waiting for me.
Just me, the rain, and the cityโs quiet heartbeat..
โ๏ธ of Noorazila
