Thoughts that reflect on the water

And travel from one island to another

These days I have the impression that I live in a 60s postcard, there is a sweet Technicolor sensation all over the island. The horizon is free from the summer month’s haze. Naxos, Ios, Heraklia, seem like pebbles in a calm lake, changing colors during the day that vary from a morning mauve to a mid-day gold and then to a dark afternoon red. There are fewer people here now, moving slowly inside the traditional alleys, reading their books on the sandy beaches, eating fish at the seaside taverns.

September’s serenity that is reflecting on the water is reflecting on the people’s faces as well; or is it the other way round? With our televisions still sleeping and with our windows open, we balance within a parenthesis of inner calm and understanding. To gaze at the water is another way of returning home. From there, all journeys begin.

Music inspiration for this story: Eleni Karaindrou |  By the sea

words by maria alipranti

photography by christos drazos