Green and Gray

Ireland seems like another world already. It is another world, of course, or at least another country. But it's one I'm going to imagine now, because the fields are so green and the stones are so gray and the two go so well together.

There was a feeling there that everything will be all right in the end. A strange feeling, when you think about the history of the place. But a cozy, warm feeling.

Maybe it's the gallows humor there or the expectations, which aren't as high as those on this side of the Atlantic. But whatever it is, I'm going to be drawing on it today.