First morning

The west of Scotland
Lit by the sun
Dreichness away
Gone for a run

What we wanted
Is not what we got
The weather it seems
Is a fickle lot

Some Scottish mist
Rolls on the hills
Reflection of boats
Hide in the stills

Houses adorn
The shore of the loch
Seaguls stand
Silent on a rock

Then as if
A switch was turned
The dreichness receeded
The light returned

No more scenery
To inspire
A coffee next
And a fire

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