Wanderlust Drabbles

Ireland

The Irish countryside has always held a certain appeal.

The feeling of the grass, soft and luscious.

Sitting on the edge of a cliff and watching the sunset, or at least near it.

Have a picnic there too, near a cliff where you can hear the ocean.

The waves crashing against the shore, a cold breeze that you'll need a jacket to battle, with a briny smell from the ocean in the air

To breathe in that fog during a hike and see shadowy figures, but only to recognize that they're simply the people who came before.

Come across a stream in the woods and sit and watch the water play and dance among the rocks, leaping over them and splashing gently down the small waterfall.

Let your imagination run absolutely wild while you sit in the silence with only the sound of the water to comfort you, with the faint sound of a dog barking at something unknown in the distance.

Seeing the small creatures look up at you curiously as you trek through their homes, leaving very little destruction behind you- unlike those from before.

Coming back to your home feeling like you've been gone a lot longer than you have, with a feeling like you've traipsed amongst untouched land.

The feeling that you've been embraced by something almost magical, by something with well wishes towards you.

Fauna seeming to love you after that trip. Your luck with plants has only gotten better, and you're somehow making friends with tons of wild animals that love you.

Picking a bouquet among the fields, not even noticing the bees that simply seem to accept you.

Taking a flower to pin back the hair in your face, then realizing that there are so many flowers that you could make a flower crown, so that's exactly what you do.

Beginning to hum a song, a melody you seem to have picked from nowhere, but there's a part of you deep inside that recognizes the haunting melody.

Noticing that when you stop humming, you weren't the only one.

In the morning, there's a part of you that knows someone is watching.

You begin to talk to the shadows sometimes. They don't always respond, but when they do, the conversations are always riveting. You've learned that you should avoid the road to the left, and that you would know what that meant when the time came.

The Thing that was humming with you is very kind, it brings you gifts to show that it thinks of you.

The fact that the gifts are normally half-rotted skeletons bothers you less now, you've learned that the questions filling your head are better left unasked.

It's been 2 years. You've learned to respect the wildlife, whatever it may be that's included in that umbrella term.

Yes, sometimes things watch you from the forest, sometimes things shift in the shadows, but it's okay.

Because the Irish countryside has always held a certain, almost magical, appeal.

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