At the bow of the boat...

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...