The Water of Leith snakes through the city of Edinburgh before reaching its terminus in the Firth of Forth. Here, along its last gasp in its namesake town, the water throws back a distorted and gorgeous version of the shoreline. The views along this stretch defy old characterizations of Leith as a down-at-heel and dangerous sea port.
Earlier, a rose hung in the water, perfecting the dead man’s float. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end with the layers of implied metaphor.
Leith is complicated. It’s a distinct region that clings to its autonomy yet exists within greater Edinburgh and is often considered part of its neighbor city to the south. Distinct though they may be, the Water of Leith is an umbilical cord between the two that proves they are related.