The waves brutally hit the cliffs of Inis Meáin and I can taste the salt of the Atlantic as I stand and stare at the open ocean.
Far from London and white window ceilings stained by smog, on a rainy day in November.
an ode to travelling
The waves brutally hit the cliffs of Inis Meáin and I can taste the salt of the Atlantic as I stand and stare at the open ocean.
Far from London and white window ceilings stained by smog, on a rainy day in November.