Sunburst. The morning moar. The

light of God. The heart of

youth. I look around me. My eyes

find their rest on this garden

the flower of the west. Sunrise.

The colour frontier. The ageing

light. The sight that knows no

fear. I look over Orinsay to the

Trumisgarry shore. To Aloter.

And the road to Ahmore. The

silent skies. An innocent heart

Holding the moment away from

time in the dark. All I see. All

I know. Is touching the sacred

earth warming the hallowed

ground. I survive the childhood

universe and I step the naked

heath where the breathing of the

vanished lies in acres round my

feet past Loch Scadavagh Loch

Fada and the flatlands to the

east where the dark blue mass of

Eval meets the rising Rock of

Lee. Between the Crogary and

Mairi I started to descend Loch

Aongais on my left hand side I

look across to Clett. Collies

barking on the outrun Dunlin

dancing on the sand. Breakers

show round Corran Vallique and

empty the Atlantic on the

strand