Although the light is still bleak in her appearance, she has already overcome the darkness of the worn night.
DAY IS BREAKING
One of pureness is the atmosphere, open to embrace the day to come.
ATMOSPHERE OF PURENESS
EMBRACING THE DAY TO COME
From above, the sea looks calm and flat and every inch in the colouring of the sky is reflected on her surface. The view is clear. The Twelve Bins, the mountains in Connemara, though far away, I can easily count as I also can see a shower in its’ development above the sea.
It will only take a wee while I suppose, before the first birds will find their way into the air again. At the moment however there is still silence.
STILL IN THEIR SLEEPING
Step by step though the enchantment of the night is diluted into the day
THE FIRST ONE TO FLY TODAY
THE LAST FLOWERS OF THE SEASON INTO BLOOM
As the quality of the night gradually dilutes into the day so takes the season of Fall the lead of the tail of Summer. The hissing sounds of the bicycle tyres hitting the heated tarmac and the squeaking voices of their brakes, just down the bottom of the hill at the crossroads, have faded by now as has the eye-catcher of vibrant colours of summer clothing.
FRESHLY TIED STRAW
Gently though, the thread of the chorus of daily life is taken up again at the moment the schools and the hosting families have welcomed their familiar and new pupils from the mainland again, eager to make the best out of the term ahead.
Besides the earnest of taking up daily life afresh there are, thanks be to God, of course moments of pure sunshine too in which one can revolve oneself once more as if holidays are still there. Letting go and taking distance of one’s daily life just as the visiting librarian must have acted. Feeling cherished in another world she just looked at hours of opening and forgot to read which amenity was actually concerned.
HOURS OF OPENING
Slán go fóill,
Elisabeth from Inis Meáin