From the castle’s height, I watched clouds sweep across Edinburgh, their shadows chasing over green hills and cobbled streets. The air was damp, charged with the promise of rain. When the storm broke, the city glistened—stone turned silver, grass a fierce green, the sky alive with shifting violets and grey. I carried that vision home, dyeing wool in shades of storm and light. Storm Over Edinburgh is a skein of Scotland’s weather: wild, dramatic, and utterly unforgettable.