Cliffs of Moher, Ireland
At the Edge of the Earth
There are some things in life that are impossible to describe. The Irish countryside is one of those things, especially at the point where the earth meets the sea at the Cliffs of Moher. When I was visiting Dublin, we spontaneously decided to take a trip that would span the width of the island—a journey that took a grand total of only three hours. It was a beautiful sunny day when we reached the cliffs, but they seemed to stand separate from the rest of the land, shrouded by a mist of fog that gave them an ethereal quality. The Europeans fear neither nature nor lawsuits as much as Americans do, so there was essentially nothing (except our own fear) preventing us from making our way out to what seemed to be the very edge of the earth, and gazing at nature’s artistic mastery. There is something liberating about standing on the edge of a cliff on a cold, windy day in Ireland, something that makes you realize what a small space of the world you occupy.