After a much-needed rest – one of those hard sleeps where your dreams are not normal, but more like hallucination type dreams. I awoke fairly, and relatively refreshed, and headed out for exploration in Limerick’s quaintness. Being a Sunday, I happened upon St. Mary’s Church and sneaked in for the last half of the celebration and soul restoration – Anglican style.
The music from the organ resonated off stone walls with the weight of 840 years and uplifted my spirit to the heavens. I left the church humming the hymns when my ears were greeted by a young girl in the square across the street playing an Irish jig for all to hear on the fife! My soul already soaring, my steps lightened and my feet began to dance with the jig as I walked down the street dodging doggie doo drops.
I was following an old woman of town, thinking what a fine Irish top o’ the day it ’twas, and began to pass her when out of this woman came the most rip-roaring, long, full and melodious root, toot and toot ever heard! Really.
Tootally spectacular. Pipes, fifes and farts.
Made me step in doo, and then I added my own melody…