Ithaca – Island Notes

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A primary palette; green, white and blue

Awake, view through open shutters, a crystal clear glinting bay, dreamlike

Walk onto balcony, searing heat and luscious light, incredibly intense.  Warmth reaches past your bones to your very soul.  Alive.

Tree-lined arms reaching out at the entrance and hugging those who enter into the safety of the bay

A multitude of masts swaying and adorned with the flags of a united Europe

Terracotta rooftops dot the hillsides atop whitewashed houses

Vertiginous hills hide Homeric secrets of Odysseus slayer of Troy

The seas horizon so ruler straight you can understand our flat earth believing ancestors

Official temperature: Scorchio

48 hours in and already unclear what day it is as time warps under the sun

All that is measured is natural: sun, winds, tides and the bodies need for rest and nourishment

Rhythms altered, my mind wanders unfettered and free

Books devoured in large chunks in between snoozes

Meals taken in seats so close to the harbour edge that the potential for comedic mishap looms large

Charcoal fires, cooked meets, fresh vegetables and olive oil like liquid gold

Red welts on pink flesh as mozzies join in in dining out

Different noises, snatches of conversations in another tongue, chugging fishing boats, anchors being winched and rigging singing, crickets chirping but mostly a calm silence

Cyprus trees standing tall, blowing in the breeze, whispering as if with tales to tell of centuries past

Old women hobbling slowly down to the shore before taking the daily constitutional dip

Narrow, simple and terrifyingly steep roads hug the coast, breath in and pray we don’t meet anything

Morning bakery run, strong coffee, pastries for breakfast and pies packed for lunch at the waters edge

Ungainly entry to shimmering sea over warn pebbles before salty buoyancy takes holds

Warmed muscles put to use easing through the water, then float, suspended in a different world, cool sea supporting, eyes shut to the retina damaging orb, bobbing, tranquil, wondering how long this state can last

Overhanging trees on white pebbled coves providing shade in between dips in the crystal waters

My children playing, making up games, laughing in the sea with pure unadulterated joy

Yachts from first time flotilla holidays to millionaires plaything constantly manoeuvring in and out of the bay like pieces on the God’s island chessboard

Ice cold beer served in frozen glasses at a waterside taverna watching the afternoons harbour movements, has anything quenched a thirst so well ?

Night fall, three floodlit windmill sentries standing guard at the harbour mouth, music playing, prophets celebrated till the early hours, women of every age hand linked high and circling in a show of community, no film set cliché this

Memories etched and stored away for when times are tough, remember this, days of simplicity, bliss and happiness

 

 

 

 

 

 

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