Sunday, May 31, 2015
I shade my eyes and look at the morning sky. The sun is playing hide-and-seek with the mischievous clouds. Everything looks the same as back home. Though over there, across the rolling Atlantic, it's now in the throes of evening. I hope her upcoming sunrise will be as enjoyable as mine just was. I arrive at the station and see my train pulling away in a cloud of dust. It's four hours until the next one departs. And there's not a soul in the station with me. I am alone with my thoughts and my regrets. You don't have to be Irish to know the world is going to break your heart sooner or later.