Rainer Maria Rilke: "If you are patient in one moment of anger, you will escape a hundred days of sorrow."
At the quay in Westport, some dude shouted 'Aro! Aro!' from an apartment house. Fuck. I can't react quick enough, it's always a shock. But I let my anger go. I'm older. Mockery doesn't get to me as much as it used to, when I would wake up trembling with memory.
I get distracted by the marvels of the world: the metallic chat of swifts, Croagh Patrick under the blue bowl of the sky, pretty things in a shop, an Insect Hotel along the Railway trail.