Gerry
12-22-2007, 01:51 PM
It was one of those days when Steven and I needed to get the cobwebs blown out of our heads.
As the light was starting to fade a quick dash in the car had us on the top of the Grianan of Aileach. There was no gentle breeze there, more a force four gale whipping across the mountain tops.
It soon blew the smell of us and sharpened the senses.
From the vantage point standing high on the ancient stone ring fort the colours close by were like rich brown gravy left out in the sun and now crusty on top. The distant hills looked grey compared to the vibrant colours in the valley below.
Then soaring high overhead not one but two magnificent golden eagles twisted and turned as they danced across the sky. The big feathers at the end of each wing twitching like the pianists fingers and the flicked across the ivories. They danced with the grace of Fred and Ginger as they waltzed and tangoed on their fluffy cloud filled dance floor in the sky, eyes deeply focused on each other.
What a sight to help life spirits.
By Gerry Temple
As the light was starting to fade a quick dash in the car had us on the top of the Grianan of Aileach. There was no gentle breeze there, more a force four gale whipping across the mountain tops.
It soon blew the smell of us and sharpened the senses.
From the vantage point standing high on the ancient stone ring fort the colours close by were like rich brown gravy left out in the sun and now crusty on top. The distant hills looked grey compared to the vibrant colours in the valley below.
Then soaring high overhead not one but two magnificent golden eagles twisted and turned as they danced across the sky. The big feathers at the end of each wing twitching like the pianists fingers and the flicked across the ivories. They danced with the grace of Fred and Ginger as they waltzed and tangoed on their fluffy cloud filled dance floor in the sky, eyes deeply focused on each other.
What a sight to help life spirits.
By Gerry Temple