Whilst the future is brighter, shadow of the gunman still haunts our psyche
The trees along Mount Merrion Avenue - one of the more salubrious streets in the Dublin suburb of Blackrock - stood stark and gaunt in a mid-winter mix of sunshine and rain this week.
The soft rustle among the branches seemed to speak of dark and terrible deeds which still lurk in our national psyche. These were especially brought to mind in recent days, by the current chasm between official Sinn Féin ideology, and the reality of the murder of prison officer Brian Stack.
On this thoroughfare the blood lust which underpinned so much of a new Ireland, stumbling towards nationhood, would be played out with grievous intent.