Sun through clouds

Driving along the coast road, the September sun is filtering through the white sky. Mixed weather is what the forecasters call it. Silence from the back; a Saturday football roundup on the radio. Tired after running all day, three small faces are watching but not watching. The sea stretches out beside us and the red and white chimneys that will always mean Dublin are falling behind as we drive south.

Dog-walkers fly by in both directions, and runners overtake them. Three girls, identical in height and dress, loom up from the strand, carrying three H & M bags. Stopping for a sunny rest or a sneaky smoke after a day in town. I wonder as I watch if they all bought the same thing, and I remember happy Saturdays like this two decades ago. Different shopping bags but similar smiles.

A mother pushes a pram, flanked by an older couple. I wonder if they are her parents and decide that they are. She’s at ease with them as she stops to check on her baby – not worried about her companions; not feeling she has to apologise for her stop-start progress and her caution. She looks happy.

“Let’s put music on instead of football,” says Clara, and I press the button on the radio. Before I Fall to Pieces is playing and I turn it up, singing along. The backseat listeners don’t know the song but they sing anyway, anticipating the words.

The evening sun is winning its battle with cloud cover, and slants of orange hit the car windows. Clara points suddenly at the distant headland.

“Is that our place?” she asks. “Yes, that’s Dun Laoghaire,” I say. And tears come unbidden. I don’t know why. I think it’s happiness.

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13 thoughts on “Sun through clouds”

  1. Ah yes I can picture it well. Home.
    Sometimes when I go ‘home’ I go to Dun Laoghaire. I may be with my kids physically, but in my mind I am in the past. I look around and drink it in, and on many occasions I too tear up. Why ? I’m not sure, I think it’s love. I love my ‘home’.
    Lovely post.
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    1. Beautifully put Tric. I knew you and I had swapped counties and on my part, towns, but didn’t know Dun Laoghaire was the other side of the swap. It’s funny isn’t it.

    1. Thank you. Your Love Actuary post inspired me to publish what was until then a few pages of handwritten notes, destined to go nowhere, so thank you

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