It was the gorse on Arthur’s Seat that broke through.
I was so used to a constant state of depression, I didn’t even realise how deeply I was inside it, until I felt the soft evening glow of the flowering gorse. Dramatically framed by the rocky crags above, the swathes of gorse start to glow at dusk. It seems to me more than mere reflected sunlight; this radiant orange touches me in a way I can’t explain. The warmth I feel sitting amongst these spiky beings is like nothing I’ve felt before: safe, complete, optimistic, glowing inside.
At first, I didn’t quite realise the significance of these ...
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