Glasgow, Scotland

Glasgow is a drear. There I said it.

If cities were to ever take up ethereal forms and walk the face of the earth, Glasgow would be the weird-ass emo kid who throws stones at cats and have scratch marks on his wrists; who happens to also have an unlimited supply of black mascara and a wardrobe consisting of two tones - black and blacker.

Seriously, it's friggin' cold already. What's up with the rain? And the 'lights out' at 4 in the afternoon? Dude, I know you're brooding, but really? Is your life THAT messed up?

Oh, and the WIND. Don't even get me started on that. Arctic winds. Winds that blow from the freakin' Arctic, where everything is basically ice, snow and/or frozen.

Geez.

And then, you get nights like this.

Balmy nights. Nights that make you want to look up at the endless expanse of Universe enveloping the midnight blue sky.

Nights that make you feel, maybe everything will be alright. Nights that are cool, but not too cold. Warm, yet not too hot.

Nights that are perfect.

And it's these glimpses of perfection, that makes the flaws okay. It's these glimpses that make the wait worthwhile.

Maybe, if you give that emo kid a chance, he'll give you a smile.
And you'll realize that, despite his exterior;

He's really beautiful inside.