The Whispering Mist: A Day in Edinburgh’s Enchanting Cloak
Edinburgh, the city of castles and cobblestones, awoke to a morning shrouded in a delicate mist. The air was cool, carrying the faint tang of the North Sea, and the temperature lingered around 10 degrees Celsius—a crisp reminder that autumn had firmly taken hold. The mist, a soft veil that blurred the edges of the city, seemed to wrap itself around the ancient spires and rooftops, lending an air of mystery to the streets. A gentle breeze, barely more than a whisper at 5 kilometers per hour, stirred the mist, causing it to swirl and dance like a ghostly waltz. The sky, a pale gray canvas, hinted at the possibility of rain, but for now, the city was content to bask in the ethereal glow of the morning. Edinburgh is a city that thrives in the mist. Its Gothic architecture, steeped in history and legend, seems to come alive under the soft, diffused light. The Royal Mile, the historic thoroughfare that stretches from Edinburgh Castle to the Palace of Holyroodhouse, was already stirring...