4 Seasons Dublin File

She had no answer. But that night, on her narrow bed in Stoneybatter, with the swifts screaming past the window, she didn’t sleep. She lay awake, tasting the salt of the sea air that had followed them up from the coast.

“Do you ever feel like you’re late for your own life?” he asked. 4 seasons dublin

The winter had lasted three years, or so it felt to Aisling. Not the calendar winter, but the one she carried inside—a dense, frozen knot that had taken root the day she buried her mother under a sky the colour of wet slate. She had no answer