Taken on the Western Way in early December 2017.
Taken on the road from the Hill of Doon to Oughterard.
Taken beside the Hill of Doon along the Western Way. What a day! What a view!
My head hurts, but it doesn’t hurt. There’s pressure, not in my head but in my head, if you get me. Got an itch in my feet to get up and go, to run and scream and laugh and jump. I’m angry and happy and fucked up and tired and pissed off and content, and I’m coming and going all at at once.
I cleaned the house, vacuum and polish and sparkle and shine. Walked the dog (run run run). Gotta go gotta go, sit still. Up and down.
Miracle of miracles, I managed to get everyone together for breakfast in Loughrea!
Youngish? Far off may the day be that I can no longer balance on the wall at the Plots.