Watch the wind blow

Réamhrá

The fall of 1746 was cold in Ireland, the leaves on the trees faded from bright lively greens to soft, patchy yellows, reds, and golds and rattled as the wind brushed through them to race down the ocean meeting waves bold and crass, but the beauty of it all made you forget that your fingers were numb and your nose was red, At least that's how Marcela felt. Marcela or Marcy as her friends called her loved her life, she lived on a small farm tucked between hills surrounded by a lush forest  on one side and towering cliff's on the other. her family who consisted of two older brothers and a younger sister weren't exactly poor but they weren't rich either, they sold their crops of potato's and other vegetables they grew in the fall at the local market and in the summer they sold rabbit and fallow deer hides in Dublin but one day it all changed for the family of four.