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I remember crossing the rope bridge at Carrick-a-Rede to a grassy cliff-top of Carrick Island. Walking to what seemed the furtherest point, I thought 'wouldn't it be great to have this view everyday'. I told my friends that if I had a house around these parts, I would open a lemonade stand and sell my chilled beverages to girls and during my lunch break I would cross the bridge to find yet another view and I would sit and eat my homemade bread and cheese and I would breathe slowly and deeply.

We drove north to the furthest point of Donegal to the Downings and Fanad peninsula to reach The Strand for the oceanic views. When we parked, I ran to the edge of the cliff and saw the Atlantic ocean crashing beneath me. I told Bob that the ocean had great potential and its mass looked scary. I told him that my favorite colour was blue and it was somewhere out there among the various depths of blues and greens crashing on the shore.

The next day, after a beautiful wedding ceremony in a church in Milford; at the reception I danced with a girl who inherited eyes from the ocean. Her eyes had great potential and amazing depth. I would glance into them for a few seconds at a time to find my favorite colour of blue and I thought 'wouldn't it be great to have this view everyday'.