An Edinburgh sunrise
Jan. 7th, 2009 12:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rhythmaningWhilst I climbed the crags to watch the sunset, I realised that it was over twenty five years since I had climbed Arthur’s Seat at dawn, too, to watch the sunrise; and even, that day, it had been cloudy, so I hadn’t seen the sunrise. (There was a girl involved. It wasn’t a wasted trip.) Given the glorious winter weather Edinburgh had, and the fact that dawn was relatively late, meaning I didn’t have to get up particularly early, I decided to climb Arthur’s Seat the following morning.
It was fascinating watching the sky change from ink-black through mauve to orange and then blue.
I wasn’t alone on the top of Arthur’s Seat: there were several American teenagers, part of an evangelical prayer group. One of them spoke to others, about saying prayers and then spending some time alone in thought, making sure they remembered the sunrise. It was odd having them turn what I considered a pagan event into a Christian one. Still, they didn’t really disturb me.
It was fascinating watching the sky change from ink-black through mauve to orange and then blue.
I wasn’t alone on the top of Arthur’s Seat: there were several American teenagers, part of an evangelical prayer group. One of them spoke to others, about saying prayers and then spending some time alone in thought, making sure they remembered the sunrise. It was odd having them turn what I considered a pagan event into a Christian one. Still, they didn’t really disturb me.
