A rarity this summer, a bright, sunlit morning. Crossing North Bridge, clear views right down the valley to the Forth, birds circling, riding the thermals rising from Arthur’s Seat. And right below the bridge the zig-zag pattern of glass panels on roof of Waverley Station above the platforms; simple structure, nothing special about it until the breeze fluttered across and I could see there must have been some sort of plastic covering over the glass. As the wind caught them they rippled, catching the morning sunlight and causing glittering, sparkling starbursts, like sunshine catching the waves by the seashore and for a few seconds something ordinary and rather dull was beautiful and magical. I love when the city shows me something like that.