a rock covered

Friday, 19th of April, 2019

Silence. There is no sound but the wind, no machine humming, no car passing. Just a few birds. And wind. But silence otherwise. Peace and quiet, out in the country.

This is the West of Ireland, near Galway, on

an island connected to the mainland by a bridge and a causeway. It is a rock covered mostly with shallow soil, divided into small fields by a myriad of stone walls. There are

smart little family houses scattered in the

landscape, and there are many stone

ruins, roofless, roofless, with a door and

two windows on the long side. A century ago,

the population was dense, there  were

hundreds of families. Now there are the

few modern houses, and the hundreds of

tiny ruins.

The son is upstairs, he is doing his latin vocabulary on the computer. Or he is playingone of the many games on the machine.

The brother is off searching the rock, pools for interesting specimens.

And the bright morning has clouded

over, it is all turning to a glaring haze of soft light.