Yes. Come on! It does, actually. If you just. Try sitting closer. No, not like that. Here, let me show you. There. Yes. Look at it from here. There. Right? It’s almost like home. Almost.
I never thought I’d miss it either. It’s not how I imagined it would be, none of the expected trodden feelings of sweet sorrow or heart clenching or the sickness or the longing. No. Nothing like any of those, is it? It’s more of active motion towards an image I seem to have. I think I have. You know the one I mean? Yeah, something of the sea, something of Greece, something of Italy, the South, something Mediterranean about it. What? Why are you smiling? (Summer looks good on you.)
Yes. Active motion, as in. It’s as if I’m trying to. Attempting to create an image, a feeling, a whole context for this type of moment. I don’t know. I’ve never actually seen been in this type of moment. I think. I think I’m trying to reach something that I want to think I belong to without really. Yeah, I know. No. I’m not making it up. I don’t know. I’m sorry. Why are you smiling again? Just. Look, try thinking of it this try imagining that the wind is the sea as well as the wind. I can describe the smells if you want if it helps the salt
Okay. Close. Look at it from here. Close your eyes. Breathe it. It closes in.
That was lovely! (And incredibly relevant in my case, I’m in Paros right now…) By the way, I nominated you for the Liebster Award if you are interested. Hope you’re having a great summer!
Efkaristo Nat! I’ll look more into what it entails.