Goodbye Galway…
Ah Jeezis, Galway was beautiful yesterday morning as I was leaving it. Why is it that you can only appreciate something intensely in the moments just before it’s out of your grasp?
The streets had that Sunday morning air of abandonment, a stark contrast to the night before, where throngs of drunken, belligerent, scantily clad females paraded around with gaping pizza boxes and mouths full of chips and curry sauce…
I was desperately trying to stop time and stay in the moment but as soon as you realise you’re clinging, you’ve already suffocated it and I was soon on my way to the airport. It was too late then, i had to let go; the scenery was already whizzing past the car window and everything started to speed up.
The delightful Corrib River…
