Yearnings

Restless yearnings.

I read a blog that makes my heart ache a little.

Perhaps it's my age,

and a longing to be free from the endless,

relentless grind of the nine to five wheel.

I've been off ill for over eight weeks now.

That hasn't helped any either, being at home and able

to read and drink sweet tea as I please.

This blog,

the one that stirs me,

is written by a girl

called Ciara, in a rural part of Ireland.

Wicklow, actually.

From her back door, she has the most spectacular view

of Sugar Loaf mountain and around.

And she takes a photo of it every day,

and posts it with a few simple sentences.

The view takes my breath away,

and I find myself wishing that I lived right next door to her.

I don't understand this longing,

this yearning to be far away from people.

It's just not me.