Personal Narrative-Ailís Brennan's Snowy Evening

The evening sky was alive with vibrant hues of peach, yellow, and orange that slowly ascended to soft pinks and purples as the sun began its descent into the lush green hills. Sweet scents of heather and mist danced in the air to blend with the comforting scent of burning peat rising to greet the emerging night sky. The eventide was filled with the sounds of the birds and livestock as they settled in for the night. Soon the only sounds to be heard would be the soft crackle of the fires, the gentle blowing of the wind, and the soft stillness of the stars as the emerged out of the tender night sky.

She found it hard to concentrate on her book as her mind began to surrender to the lullaby of the coming night. The eventide was alive outside with vibrant colors that captured her thoughts. While the soft breeze brought to her ears a melody of life settling in for a calm summer night. Ailís Brennan gazed out the window to admire the radian sunset. This was her favorite time of the day.
Her da had been there visiting a friend, buying new farm supplies, and most importantly new horses for breeding stock. While her mother and her family were on holiday from their plantation in southern Georgia. They had both been bidding for the same stallion, and when their eyes met it was love at first sight. Her da let her win the stallion, and walked over to her afterwards and asked to call on her the next day. Her fathered refused and told her that she was not allowed to talk to that lowly immigrant ever again. On hearing what he said Pilip Brennan followed them and gave a note to Christine’s mammy to give to her. Which said, “if you love me as I love you meet me at the corner at midnight and elope with me.” Mammy caught Christine packing a few of her belongings in a bag and left with her to meet Pilip. By the time her grandparents had noticed she was gone her parents were married and on a boat to