Entwining the rails over looking the headstones, bliss it was in this spring day to be alive ....
Further into town, the maroon railings of a corner Georgian villa drew me to them, and made me wonder why this was converted for business use, and not kept as a dwelling place.
The porch of the central entrance of the King Street Crescent called next, and I fitted myself to the white painted wrought iron tracery. Carrying on I was drawn to the bright blue of the Student Housing's rail and sunned myself thereupon.
Carrying on into the Central Lending Library, I curled around the new members chair's chrome frame-work, before wrapping myself around one of the balustrades overlooking the music section. On the way out I checked my reflection in the wraparound mirrors while hugging a banister.