Sit me on a beach, and I can get lost at sea for hours. The water’s ceaselessness is breathtaking. The movement reveals everything, water reflecting itself and the sky, light striking a thousand angles at once. On the deck of a small boat, I can look back at the hills rising up and the water…
The steep islands move by fast, right and left. The sun is intense, pushing down on my forehead, on the deck, through the sea. The thick breeze is cool on my skin. Have I ever seen blue before? The little island off to the right . . . a perfect pyramid. Behind me, other voyagers…
“We’re going for a walk,” I call to John as I clip Hector to the leash. Hector is the new dog. He’s figuring the street out—analyzing smells at posts, cocking his head at distant barks, growling at squirrels and rabbits he can’t chase. My street is wide with no sidewalks, few cars. The curve past…
The walk to the public beach is up a good hill past a little market and a café, the steps to Palamidi fortress on the left. I round the top and the music drifts up with the first sight of the sea, a fast dance beat and a blue embrace. Light rain as I jog…
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