All else ceased to be. It was as if he and I stood alone in the world and there was no one else. I climbed out of my mind and touched my bare feet down on Irish grass.
“Hello,” I said across the hills. “You"re from Eire"s Land.” I didn"t ask.
“Yes,” he said.
I came to stand beside him and in my mind, we gazed upon her hills side by side. There was a breeze I could not feel. And cool crisp air I wanted to touch. I could almost taste the wind.
“So, if I were to ask you what Irish air smells like, could you tell me?”
He inhaled and I watched him remember.
“It smells of morning dew on blades of grass and Alder tree, and the faint smell of fireplace…”
Grinning, I fell into his words that gave life to the wind.
“…and sheep poop.”
I laughed and he smiled.
“Are you Irish, lass?”
He call
