The beauty...
...is waiting for us
It is peak summer here in the North of Ireland.
The days are long: we only get a few hours of true darkness each night. The urge to make the most of it is ever present.
I am writing more than ever before, thanks I am sure to being held so wonderfully by so many. Writing is solitary and I never could have imagined how it might flourish in community. But of course - that is what things tend to do.
The short piece I am sharing today has taken shape over several summers. I seem to revisit it every year and every year it shapeshifts into something slightly different…
