Hiking the Cliffs of Moher, Ireland
Come witness where land meets the sea in a violent end. Waves crash hard into rocks, chiseling their way deeper into the high cliff side. Gulls swoop in and out of rock cubby holes, riding the wind and crying with careless delight.
Layer upon lay
Off in the distance, a small building sits waiting, and you wonder
“what is out there?”
The path before you winds this way and that. Practice caution! At times it hugs the ledge and with one strong gust, you could topple over the edge. On your journey you’re likely to encounter cows lazily grazing in the fields.
Everywhere the lush grass dances endlessly in the unrelenting power of the wind.
And in that moment when the wind howls in your ears and makes your hair dance wild, there’s nothing left to think but the words.