Bug

This morning there was a bug on my window.

Every morning now I am dropped off at the entrance to the airport, and I take a footpath up through a wooded verge to my building. Most of the time lately, I have forgotten to see it.

But this morning, there was a bug on my window. It was a bright, transclucent green. I watched it for a little while as it made its way up towards the car roof. I decided I liked it.

When I stepped out of the car there was something different in the air. The wind had a warm edge to it, and carried a scent of lavender from the shrubs beyond the pathway. My hair smelled of berries and apple shampoo. The clouds were a soft sweep that melted into blue, and high above was a white half moon. I smiled at drivers passing by. Golds and greens shone in the trees. The path in front of me was carpeted in large wet leaves like giant's handprints.

I thought of all the people who would step out of an aircraft this morning, and experience Ireland for the first time like this.

Some mornings are so full of possibility.