From the Royal Mile to the Holyrood Park

I skipped, I stumbled while they smiled and frowned. I was a girl, not old enough to be a woman nor young enough to just act like one. It was this that went through my consciousness as I mindlessly skipped along the tollbooth tavern to the parliament and finally to the palace down the Royal Mile. But it was certainly not this dancing through my thoughts as I pulled a scrappy book out to write all my agonies sitting on a lonely bench in the Holyrood Park. All the while like me opposite sat the Arthur's seat whose glowing Ambers lay dormant now and forever yet so unlike mine.