I know I said the reflections on Ireland would form a "series". I also know that so far that series is exactly one post in length. Allow me some time to gather thoughts.

Melancholy sublime, sweet as honey
Oozing through veins and tweaking muscles
Daylight sweeps across the front lawn
Time grains in hourglass eternal
Only half waking, taking in pieces
Of pictures of life and of people and places
Maybe there is more than what is seen
But it's doubtful.