The Road I
Chose To Take

I had no particular place I needed to get to that day. I was on Inis Mór, I had a road in front of me, and I wanted to see where it went
.

The island felt huge in a way I wasn't expecting. There were stone walls and green fields everywhere, but very few trees to break up the view. The wind had room to move, and so did I.
 

So I kept going. I turned down roads just because I could, stopped when something caught my eye, and let the island show me what was around the next corner.