It’s easy to make it through.

A Dublin minute.

A little Dublin minute.

Is unlike one anywhere else.

Stretching out into a while.

Into an hour.

Into a day.

“I’ll see ya in a minute sure!”

Who knows how long that’ll be?

Slaloming through Henry street.

Stopping for a coffee and a crepe.

Bumping into a mate.

Stopping for a minute.

A Dublin minute.

Heading for a pint.

Laughing with a stranger.

Finding yourself in an adventure.

You don’t remember getting on.

On certain days in Dublin.

A minute can seem to last many lifetimes.

And that’s okay.

There’s no better place to be.

For just a quick minute.

A Dublin minute.

I am Timi