To be the sole bird away from the bread, to find one’s own food below the surface of the Lough. This is where the ducks and swans live, where people come to feed them. There is something magical about this place. A long walk through suburbia, Ireland’s newfound money to find it. It appears as an oasis does: the simple beauty of birds floating along its kale green surface.
To swim with you, among the ripples of waves, to plunge below for fish without a rod. I want to move as you do.