Worn

Why anyone would give up the drink in January is beyond me. And I did, six or seven years ago. But this month feels as much of a lockdown as last year, and the days are dark, cold and filled with deadlines.

I took off for a walk after wishing my dad a happy birthday for maybe the 41st or 42nd time. And in the setting sun of 3pm was taken by the whirls of rock on Granton Pier.

This could be a micro shot or an aerial of a far flung desert.

It’s a mile from the front door but miles away in the head.