Friday, 22 April 2016

Where the cliff greets the sea

Come
Surf the clouds
Race the dark
It feeds from the runs undone
Meet me where the cliff greets the sea. (Nightwish-élan)

Those some lines seem perfectly written. It is a some place where you surely would want to fly spreading your hands. You certainly would feel the void in head. Cold breeze  would help you to be a stone. Open calm ocean would guide you to a surreal world. It's a feeling of trance, you are not in a mood of dancing, but you would want to enjoy flamenco or tango or ballet. You would never want to get back to real. You would want to be friend with seagulls. Seagulls would beckon as if they would teach you to fly. Deep soft sound of ocean would try to seduce you, wind would whisper in your ear. You would be out of balance, you would have feeling of scare, you would be overwhelmed with amusement. 
I was talking about "Cliffs of Moher". 200 meter directly above the Atlantic ocean, this place will always attract you. 




Sorry for the quality of the picture. All these are taken in low quality mobile phone.

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