One Muddy Sunday

Alarm rings. Ugh. Screen reads 4:00am. Major ugh. Running on empty, curtains pulled and greeted by pure darkness, the inside and outside world shrouded in a shared bleakness. The house is still and

The Lakes Of Killarney

Saturday morning. 5:00am. The middle of nowhere. It’s the thud of metal forcibly meeting wood that brings me to consciousness, yet it is the accompanying string of expletives that spill like the