I stand in the grey, hazy wilderness.
The distant views not rendered, still buffering.
I stand amongst sheep shit and shamrocks as a bitter wind whips around me and flicks my ears sore.
I am alone.
I stand alone.
A blanket of moss and grass is knitted and draped over the landscape.
An ocean of green but the waves never break.
Superb swells are fixed in place, unchanged but seem to have momentum.
I stand, my breath escapes and is dispersed by relentless wind.
I stand, ruddy from a days work and a nights rest.
I stand, with blustered beard and ears blister sore.
I stand for mere minutes and live a few minutes more.
