Smooth Getaway Postcard From Irish Cliffs

 Salty fresh ocean air permeates my senses. Wind brazes my skin in a fierce sultry fashion. The only sounds are lonesome lapping waves and distant calls from the multitude of native Puffins. These white specks fly gracefully, floating in figure eights. A few come billowing over the northern cliff’s edge, mere feet from where I stand. While others linger near their makeshift nests, tucked along the sharp crags.

Reflections of longing accompany my unfocused gaze into the distance, far away...