Once again we followed Dublin’s call – as we often do this time of year.
In addition to the usual strolling, Wolfgang and I showed Elfe some ‘new’ places. Among them:
Bray, seaside (within 20 minutes!)
Skerries Mills, seen from the DART
Skerries, South Strand
One inscription left me awestruck:
Do not stand by my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow, I am a diamond glint in snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry. I am not there… I did not die.