Summer nights.

I watched these boys play with the sunset in the tide pools as Galway Bay heaved sleepily around them, settling in for the long, quiet, black night... the Bay, not the boys... and I was reminded of how my brothers and I played similar end-of-the-day games a thousand years ago on the opposite side of the Atlantic at the Jersey shore.  It was the same salt air, and it was turning suddenly and surprisingly cool, as it had back then when it tightened our skin with every drop in degree.  Those were the days.  I have to remember to remember them.  If it takes coming to Ireland to do that, than so be it.