"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
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Wednesday, March 17, 2021
An Irish Walk
There were cobblestones and spongy soil, rocky fields and urban trails. The walks of Ireland took us from Giant's Causeway to Trinity College — and many places in between.One of my favorites, which I'm reliving today, took us from central Kinsale to Charles Fort. It was a sun-dappled paved path with jaw-dropping views of the harbor that winked at us every now and then. Seeing the landscape up close, at walking pace, has kept it close to my heart. The memories of that walk are embedded there, to be pulled out at special times — like St. Patrick's Day — to remember and to cherish.