Roving Water

Rush took us a couple hours to find.  The sidewalk was getting pretty narrow for our baggage.  Quite often we find people laughing at us hysterically.  Everyone is so small and thin it seems fairly unbelievable to them that we would need all that stuff on our bikes. Oh well, we would probably laugh at them if they came to our world.  The culture is very different and very active.  Everyone is quite thin except for the occasional matronly lady and all are about walking or riding.  Not overly cheery, but friendly once they get past laughing.
The Irish Sea is lovely and beautiful with the grey-blue of the sky meeting the grey-green of the sea.  The waves seem to roll steadily by, not in a rush, but definitely with some plans in mind. Families and couples are always walking the shore and I feel I can't get enough of it.  As the waves roll in they always bring a brand new treasure trove, broken shells wrapped in dark seaweed or rocks with strange patterns and colors.  Something about it whispers home to me.  Maybe its because Ireland has been dreamed about for so long.  Ireland - the original home of the O'Keefes, where we get our great longing for the sea and the desperate need for green or maybe its the attitude of the people - quaint and small we seem to have an inferiority complex that makes us the most severe know-it-alls.  Whatever it is, it seems you can't deny what is in the blood, you can only adapt to different situations and these people have adapted marvelously.  Maybe thats what the sea teaches us, the ability to adapt anew everyday, but still stay true to what we are and what we're meant to accomplish. Either way, I feel alive most when I'm on the shore, listening to the waves and watching the sea foam gather itself together and rush upon the sand like a white lady coming out of the sea.  I want to sit like this forever, watching the strong waves as they reclaim the land.