A few years ago, I came across a postcard. The white cave houses surrounded by the turquoise blue sea, the glories of the blue domed church on the top of the cliff, and the beautiful sunset over the bay. Thrilled. It is a dream, is it not. A voice was whispering, let me be there, please. Let me feel the dream. It was when the longing started, so overwhelming that it hurt sometimes.
Breathing deeply, I am attempting to absorb the scenes, and the magic.
Bewildered, is it a dream? That voice is returning, an endless dream it says, it will embrace you, always.
Santorini Greece, July 2018