Imagine, coming down from above on an early Sunday morning seeing the island lying in front of your feet being comforted already by the sun. No wind coming from the north today. As we just had a couple of days. Of course living on an island you get used to the sound and don’t forget the cold breeze as well, of the blowing wind which is nearly always present. This morning everything seems to be calmed down. Everything is… Just as always the first living creature that gives us a heartily welcome in the early morning is the lovely black and white dog. Today it is its’day off that’s why there is more hugging and playing this morning. Then there is the only cow in the little field, still dozing in the sun as well as the two tiny pussycats sitting on the stonewall near the church. And what about the many birds always having the loveliest place to sleep during the night,… the roof of the church! They chirp on top of their voices yet but the best of the singers today is the thrush; this little bird is able to produce a lot of voices, one after another, of different birds altogether. And every morning so as on this specific morning as well, a solitaire sits on a specific pole meant for the electricity, to expose its aptitude. Fortunately this morning again I am in time to be the audience for a couple of minutes. After this concert we both went our way again.
Walking back home I saw the Twelve Bens, on top of them there was snow.
A lovely start of a lovely Sunday to come…
At dusk I made the same walk. The sky was coloured a lovely red. Again there was Rover meeting us happily . Coming down the cow seemed already reflecting on what a nice and sunny day it was. The cats had taken their place in the window-sill for the night to come. The crows on the wires were taking their seat as well but when every single bird seemed to have found the right place at once there was some commotion between them and they all rearranged once more! The birds on the roof of the church were already fast asleep.
It felt as if a layer of peace and satisfaction was lying over the island now…a lovely Sunday as to be looked upon had passed!
Slán go fóill,
Elisabeth from Inis Meáin




