After all, this is Ireland isn't it?
The rains returned. And not alone. They brought the cold with them. And we are now shivering and slopping around in the wet. On the street, people are holding up, holding on to the fallacy that is the Irish summer, legs and arms bared.
This morning I stood in the bathroom and listened to the sea groaning, and the sudden tapping of rain on the window...
But you know, I always reserve a little hope myself.
And I hold onto the memory of recent real sunshine, of lying in the whispering grass,
Of sunlight following me into the house, shimmering on my walls,
And at the end of the day, the softness of the air, sweet with roses, with just a hint of salty sharpness..
I hope you have sunshine wherever you are this weekend! And send some our way please?