Dun Aengus Part 1

just grass and stone, like the rest of the island, but only to a point. crawl to the edge, just enough to see the end of the world. drop away to nothingness, down to the angry churning of the atlantic, crushing the rocks as if seeking revenge for long unpaidfor crimes. the wind blowing up at you, and you understand what it must be to freefall, to fly. the endless ocean your only scenery, gliding into eternity. until, that is, you edge your way back onto the stone, and grass, and the world reclaims you once again. but not forever...









...