just a little drop of rain, amongst the sand & sea.
It was a nice day, but then again, there aren’t an awful lot of not nice days here.
Occasionally, less so now than she did before, Isolde wondered if she should be worried about how few and far between those days without sun are. It used to make her uneasy, make all the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, and it still does, for you can take the girl out of Ireland, but you can never really take the Ireland out of the girl.
At least not in any way that counts.
Watching the clouds, few and far between as they scuttle across the sky, she squinted and then shook her head, going back to her work on the beach. There may not be any heaven sent water, but at least there was the sea and that was more than enough for her.
“You may never believe it, Jamie, but when I was wee girlie, I used to go for days without seeing the sun like this. Twas a beautiful thing,” she shared, picking at kelp once again, as she rocked Jamie in his basket. The noise he made in response could have been one of doubt or could have been one of gas; it was hard to tell amongst the very young. “Fine, don’t believe me, you’re awful young to start that against your mam though.”
She laughed and shook her head, stopping for a moment and looking out at the sea. If there wasn’t one type of water, at least there was another, but what she would not give to have a week of nothing but rain.
[ooc: open to any & all. it's a very good time to meet her, so new people can join in as well as old. st, lt, everything and all.]
Occasionally, less so now than she did before, Isolde wondered if she should be worried about how few and far between those days without sun are. It used to make her uneasy, make all the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, and it still does, for you can take the girl out of Ireland, but you can never really take the Ireland out of the girl.
At least not in any way that counts.
Watching the clouds, few and far between as they scuttle across the sky, she squinted and then shook her head, going back to her work on the beach. There may not be any heaven sent water, but at least there was the sea and that was more than enough for her.
“You may never believe it, Jamie, but when I was wee girlie, I used to go for days without seeing the sun like this. Twas a beautiful thing,” she shared, picking at kelp once again, as she rocked Jamie in his basket. The noise he made in response could have been one of doubt or could have been one of gas; it was hard to tell amongst the very young. “Fine, don’t believe me, you’re awful young to start that against your mam though.”
She laughed and shook her head, stopping for a moment and looking out at the sea. If there wasn’t one type of water, at least there was another, but what she would not give to have a week of nothing but rain.
[ooc: open to any & all. it's a very good time to meet her, so new people can join in as well as old. st, lt, everything and all.]