Once in awhile, I find myself in a place that feels timeless. I could be anywhere at all. Time stands still between the Earth and sky. At Ceide Fields near Glenurla, County Mayo, it is easy to forget modernity in favor of a simpler life.

It is cold and the wind coming off the Irish Sea bites into my cheeks. My hair whips up into my eyes. Endless fields of bog and grass dance in the breeze.

A boardwalk lets me explore fields that were farmed for millennia without even getting my feet wet. Stone walls that were literally built in the Stone Age peak out from under layers of dirt. If I look beyond the path and across the years, I imagine families here. Men and women working the land to survive and children playing. Livestock in circular pens. Smoke from dozens of small fires.

Maybe it is my imagination. Maybe it is Ireland. Today I feel timeless. The centuries are but wind. There is only the sea and the land. Time has no meaning under a sky this blue. Ceide fields has taken me in.