JOIE DE VIVRE ~ PART 1 ~ Northern Ireland by Loch Neagh~An early evening mist floated slowly in and out of the tall, dense forest fir trees making it seem surreal, cold one second then a warm touch next. The sweet smell of the changing wind brushed against Catlyn's face like a caress, familiar and invigorating. The colorful Irish forest was a brilliant palette of browns, reds, and green. A shimmering mist resembled a snake twisting through the trees...