Mist and Magic at Tara
Most people trek up Tara Hill for the sweeping coastal views over the Irish Sea, but on this day, the hill had other plans. The mist had descended, wrapping the forest in a soft, grey blanket that felt incredibly peaceful. Instead of looking out at the horizon, I found myself looking in at the trees. The atmosphere was moody and quiet, the kind of silence you only get when fog somehow dampens the sound of the world.
