North Gray's Close

Office day. So I'm in town.

Spent the morning watching flurries of snow and listening to people moaning about how cold their hands were going out for a cig break.

I wandered out at lunchtime for a Cigs break, too. I slithered the 300 yards to the bottom of North Gray's Close, pointed the zoomy lens up the sheet of ice that is surely going to Edinburgh's Cresta Run if we get any frost tonight and retreated to the drudgery of the office.

White pen on black glossy railings; no date, no dot, no lines, no niffink.