Look up

Resplendent in his evening dress of Autumn colours while she was in pale ivory beauty, they became one, instinctively wrapping themselves in the movement of seduction. Slow gentle caress gave way to dramatic twisting motions as they rose ever higher. And as the giant Sycamore leaf danced in the Winter wind with the remnants of a delicately decayed pastic bag far far above the heads of those people walking down Lady Lawson street last night, I was fortunate enough to choose that very moment to stop and look up.