When I was younger I read a book called The Day Sea Rolled back. Today it seemed like the sea had rolled all the way to the horizon. Dublin Bay was awash with sun; a heat haze divided the azure sky from the shimmering sand. I walked out directly across the bay towards the pigeon House from sandymount beach.
I followed the ripples of the sands, the tiny dunes stretching out in front of me. Pools of brackish water lay framed by small mounts of worm moulds. Razor clam shells littered the landscape, remnants of the feasting birds. Gulls glided over head.
Ringsend nature reserve sits on top of a hill, a green oasis amongst the white and glistening sands at ebb tide. This is a place of poise and seclusion. A place for peaceful observation of nature. At the heart of our City,
Male and female greenfinches sang to each other from the trees. Orange tip butterflies flitted amongst the verdant greens. The miraculous swelling of summer is occurring. As I sit here typing the sea has claimed back the dunes and the razor clams.