Day 187 - 6:27pm, 7 July 2019
Today, I decide to reverse my usual route to the Water of Leith and so go via the canal, rather than returning by it. In the week that we have been away the 'weeds' along the river bank have multiplied and shot up to the extent that I can barely see the actual water in the canal behind them. It seems there are flowers in bloom everywhere, along the banks and in people's gardens, all of which are thrown into bright relief by the distinct light of the early evening summer-sunshine. I do my best to drink in the vibrancy of those colours so that I can recreate them in my mind on those days when the sun's caressing rays seem distant or I feel forlorn. I take lots of pictures, just in case I need to jolt my memory in the days to come. The world is beautiful, even the weeds, which I find all the more beautiful for having sprung up where they are of their own volition. Nobody has tended or cared for them, yet this does not prevent their standing tall, proudly displaying their true colours to all who pass by.
The canal in bloom
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