On this Santorini day, I remember feeling so free.
Walking into the sunset, your hand in mine.
My brown skin. Your blue lived-in shirt.
Sun kissed skin and the smell of sunscreen.
A feeling and a day I return to often.
A flutter.
And now, I can feel it coming round again.
A stirring in the sails.
A whisper in the wind.
A peak around the corner.
At the bow of the boat, I’ll meet you there...