isle of lesvos, greece
and about a week or two before this leg of the trip is when the decisions got a little more unhinged. which is something that honestly isn’t all that rare when you travel with as little plan as possible and a ridiculous optimistic belief that everything will turn out ~just fine~
so that’s how I ended up booking a place for two on the coast of a small island, without looking into what the public transportation was like, ended up traveling alone (travel hiccups) and renting a car at the airport that I hadn’t thought to make sure was an automatic transmission.
I live in the sound of the cricket's chirping, the birds in the trees above the marsh, the soft shift of a pianos notes playing through Bach's slow motions.
the wind like a warm blanket, wrapping each inch of exposed skin in a caress the scent of dry earth and lemon verbena.
emails I cant send, queen of shadows
lying on my stomach by the pool
on blue loungers
and I think of short hair
and I think of tom, fingers between my shoulderblades
and I am not afraid of fear.
