Edinburgh

At various points of the night they performed sleep to assure themselves that any affliction to their somnolence was not due to one another. In the morning they both said they slept well and separated to different rooms to prepare for a day mostly spent in bookstores and charity shops. They sat silently at a cafe, watched as the rain collect on umbrellas and polish the streets.

They found a village nestled in the heart of the #city. There they traced the River Leith towards the port up north but stopped short of going towards the edge, and so they imagined the river flow out to the Firth of Forth. Through the man-made fog at Sneaky Pete’s later in the evening, the haunting voice of Black Belt Eagle Scout sang the river to them: “But I can’t see you/But I can feel/Your energy.”