Ar a’ mbóthar arís (on the road again) 
Monday morning, breath like a coffee bean.
I’m back to the ceramic mug with rubber cover.
My coffee’s gone cold but I’m stoked.
tea and a peach
words, stories, musings
Ar a’ mbóthar arís (on the road again)
Monday morning, breath like a coffee bean.
I’m back to the ceramic mug with rubber cover.
My coffee’s gone cold but I’m stoked.
tea and a peach 