The West's Awake
by Cormac MacConnellRSS 
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Suddenly the summer is gone, but I'm still meandering. Suddenly the garden under the apple trees is red-cheeked with windfalls -- the blackbirds tipsy from the juices -- and there is a different kind of twilight coming earlier in the evenings.
Suddenly the swallows are beginning to cluster together more tightly on the wires overhead in preparation for their long trip back to the sun. Suddenly it is just one degree colder in the mornings.
Rambling away still, heading north towards Tyrone, I find myself caught up in the traffic departing from the last day of the Galway Races.
That is a significant gridlock because the summer frolics have always passed their peak when the Galway Races end, the August bank holiday dilutes the pain, and the evenings begin to get just a few minutes shorter day by day.
The weather is still okay though. It is the climax of the family holiday season, and life is good.
After I leave Galway behind I make great time up towards Irvinestown and Tyrone, and before the evening is over I'm chatting with the genial mayor of Trillick, Patsy McCaughey. He's good company.
