I walked the dog out along ''the swamp'' this evening. I don't know why its called ''the swamp'' but figure the location matters, right beside the sea and because it is typically a muddy place where rugby and soccer is played apart from lately because the soil has been found to be contaminated and the playing fields are out of action for the foreseeable future. Still, it is a great place to walk your dog, rollerskate or bike ride and the view, on a good day, takes in the Burren to the South, to the East Galway City and to the West Galway Bay and way beyond New York City! This evening, practically dark at four fifty, there was very little to see apart from the encroaching grey black sky and the dogs half white body bounding ahead of me. There were mountains of autumn coloured seaweed washed all along the beach and in a small patch of sand some romantic soul or souls had built two sandcastles complete with seagulls feathers. It could have been lonely out there and perhaps it was, I was alone with my thoughts and only spoke to one person, a man with his dog, a Rottweiler of all dogs! A gentle sniffy Rottweiler......thankfully....After that it was off to pick up the younger teen from his Rugby practice. He was a walking bean pole doused with mud. I can tell practice is over before I see him because he and his team mates run across the school yard prancing like young deer set free. The sound of their cleats clattering on the concrete. I have grown to love that sound as it signals home and dinner and a nice warm house. No such luck for me tonight though as I am off to Yoga and stretching and breathing and discovering myself...hopefully. The talk of Obama has died down, it is like the day after, the day after a party, still a little high but back to more mundane matters, to reality and wondering what to make for dinner.