Hildebrand- Running with Giant's

I couldn't help but run a little down the slopes leading to Giant's Causeway. The air was fresher than any I'd breathed and the sun was high in the sky, free of clouds and bearing down on me and my cumbersome sweatshirt. "You'r very lucky for the weather," multiple Causeway workers told me. For the first time in the longest time I desired to climb; I was a little kid with no fear and no knowledge of my lack of grace, yet. Without a thought, I was off and running over the volcanic formations towards the sea. It was like connecting with a past life, a part of myself I'd not yet connected with. I navigated the uneven terrain with ease and sprang about like a se nymph (well, I felt like a nymph, let's not say I looked like one.)The saltiness of the sea reached my nose and I stooped to touch the water; it wasn't as cold as I expected, but the seaweed was as slimy and clingy as I guessed.


My eyes found the next adventure, the hexagonal rock formation built by the giant Finn MacCool. I figured I'd pay my dues to MacCool and explore his hard work a little further. I battled children and old ladies to the top, slightly more hesitant on the smooth rocks. My shoe had no traction and I found my hands extraordinarily useful in the climb. The view was earth shattering, I felt like I was seeing the Ireland the songs are written about.  The grass on the hills excelled a hundred shades of green and the water was both terrifying with its dark blue, crashing waves. The brief desire for cliff diving entered my mind, but I spotted the roped off sections of the cliffs and I knew I wasn't the first. The climb back up to civilization was a sad one, it was difficult to leave behind the natural beauty in favor of the bleak city of Belfast. The sweltering sun wasn't very encouraging, either. As I entered the tour building, I noticed the tiled floor was the same hexagonal pattern as the natural formation I'd just been exploring. I wondered if the designer had used this pattern in other projects, as well.