Pól Ó Muirí
Travelling by train, especially this time of year, has little to recommend it. The trains are crowded with shoppers and the commuters are tired after another long year – if they have been lucky – in the employment trenches. Many people ignore the darkness, and the bad weather by sticking the iPod in their ears. Sometimes, however, Mother Nature rewards us with a little something special to lighten our hearts.
Travelling south on the Belfast-Dublin rail line, I was lucky enough to see the sun struggle up above the peaks of the Mournes this morning. Admittedly, the sun seemed a bit reluctant to rise out of the east at all, such was the cold. (Not only is it grim up North, it is also freezing.) But it managed to make it to the top of the Mournes and lit up south Down with its red light. Happily, travelling on through south Armagh, the sun had decided that it had a few extra rays to spare and the eastern side of Slieve Gullion was lit up so brightly that it appeared to be covered in thousands of Christmas tree lights. No doubt it was the sun bouncing off the morning frost but it was a beautiful sight to behold.
There is a sun out there. Coinnigh do mhisneach.