Silent Bay

I sat on Abbey Hill looking out across Galway Bay. In the distance, Inis Oírr appeared almost weightless on the horizon. What stayed with me were the colours of the sky after sunset — beautiful pastel tones echoed in the pale, almost silver lines across the water, layered like brushstrokes beneath the distant light. There is something quietly painterly about the way the colours dissolve into one another, somewhere between landscape and memory.