Returning to Belfast: Where Peace and Nature are Holding Hands

When she entered the room where we worked together, I felt my limbs numb and my head spin like I had been on a tilt-a-whirl. As a confirmed introvert, my mind/heart words dissipated into a fog of cold reluctance.

What would I say to this blue-eyed Belfast belle? Anything from my mouth would be as awkward as a wheelbarrow with a flat tire.

After weeks of s…