On this day, I find myself devoid of inspiration and uncertain of what to articulate. It is, indeed, Tuesday, and I have just come to the melancholy realization that the weekend has come to a close. If you, like myself, reside in Ireland, you are undoubtedly aware of the recent extraordinary weather events, as we were besieged by an astonishing accumulation of snow. To those unacquainted with our Irish climate, it may seem trivial, yet I assure you, it is anything but. Here, snowfall is a rare phenomenon, and thus, when it descended upon us, the inhabitants of West Cork, myself included, found ourselves ensconced in drifts of white. The snow commenced its descent on Monday, and in my locale, it only began to abate yesterday. I have entitled this missive 'A Sad Realization,' for I am beset by a foreboding sense of illness. (Unfortunate I know). While it was a delight to traverse the snowy landscapes, now, as I step upon the crisp pavements of the town, I am overcome by an ominous feeling of impending doom.

14th of January 2025