Like winter, winter - when it got cold and the November rain turned to snow and it stayed that way. And then it snowed more and more and it created blankets of snow that would stack so high youd be forced to walk within the maze of snow banks.
And being bundled up and flopping backwards in a satisfied exhaustion into that snow. All sound around you damped like you were under water. Bright grey skies above you and the warm burn of a pinch of ice melting on your cheek. Very serene memories - maybe only relatable to our family in the north.
….whoops late for work now!
in pre-colonial Ireland (and in modern day) there are these sacred wells that heal ailments. my dad told be about one he went to growing up whenever he had warts. they work! below is the wart well in dungiven, derry.
anyways, saoirse don phalaistín.
