A Morning’s Travel

This morning on my daily ride to work the day was clear and the morning sun shining.  As I rode along the shore of the river Corrib I saw the mist rising behind the cattails, on the far shore the ruin of an old estate, and in the distance the square tower of an old castle.  Nothing but the sounds of birds singing and the bicycle tires crunching along the dirt path.

Ahhh the wonders of an early Irish summer morn; brilliant.

— Claude


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