Walking down this long, empty street,
littered with dried leaves and scattered pebbles,
crashing waves, their echoes trailing on the shore.
The color blue pulls your gaze away
from cracked asphalt to a valley of dandelions.
They say this flower means hope,
a symbol of healing and resilience.
Surely, that's what you need right now
to hold strength in your heart,
to overcome,
to live out every little boy’s dream
of becoming strong to help others.
Sunlight drifts through the kitchen window,
the sea breeze stirs the curtain
into an ethereal dance.
The scent of homecooked fish fills the room,
and on the balcony,
you feel the warm press of the sun on your skin.
A moment so perfect
you want to return to it every time.
Now, you lace up your shoes,
pull on a worn t-shirt,
and step back onto the empty road.
You don’t know where it leads
but maybe that’s the point.
The scorching asphalt warps the air,
figures sway in the distance,
a trick of the heat,
a Mirage.
Still, you trudge on
until the light of dusk
finally fades.
Written from memories of a summer day in Greece