As a wonderful welcome back to uni treat, Edinburgh has been covered in fog all week.
It never completely abates, even in the middle of the day.
There has been a constant eerie haze over everything since Sunday.
Everything is quiet and spooky all the time.
The topic of conversation for every post-sunset walk home is how much it looks like the cold open of a horror film, and who would die first. So far it turns out I strike most people as monster bait, which is just great.
Everyone's hair is twice its normal size.
I feel like I'm living in an ITV crime drama.
Castle Rock at 8:30am
"Well, maybe it'll burn off later on."
You tried, I suppose.
I'm going to be cold and frizzy forever probably.