Night Falls on Morningside

I had a few minutes to kill before my appointment at the hairdressers, which I used to take some pictures of the passing scene. A wet Edinburgh street, five o'clock in December, weary shoppers, steamed-up busses, everyone hurrying somewhere ......  I needn't have hurried, the hairdresser was running late, everybody very subdued in there. The Christmas spirit is subdued this year I feel, too much uncertainty in the air.