Powerscourt, Co. Wicklow

We took our long green bus trip through the busy streets of Dublin and chugged up the Wicklow mountains. Shades of green and purple lay upon our view, gazing out the windows. Click click from our phones and cameras. Grey steps bedded around the surrounding lilies, moss and butterflies wonder by. Time stands still at the end of this garden. Apollo lumes over our shoulder. The naked, black energy watches our every step, like a screen from Edgar Allen Poe.