I finish my shift early on a Sunday morning. The next train is not for another 90 minutes. So I set off for the station slowly, deliberately taking detours, deciding wich way to turn only when I reach another junction.
As I move through the sleepy city, its natural beauty slowly catches my attention. This is Dublin with no make-up. Still in bed after last night’s celebrations and drama. The flattering lights of Saturday night replaced by taciturn laziness of the approaching Sunday.
I have only my phone to capture the sights in front of me. The battery is blinking low, so the flash refuses to work. I manage to snap a few shots before the phone finally dies and it is time for me to get onto the train and head home.