That’s it

NO more sleeps.

Two people will meet you tomorrow when your plane lands at the airport in Mytiline, Lesbos.

They represent the past, and the future.

Somewhere in between, in the present, in yourself, you will find the truth.

Maybe love will smile, its pretty face a sunshine glow, its eyes, deep pools for you to drown in.

You’re centred, yes, but … uhoh, your knees rattle and shake. What’s that sound?

It’s the drumbeat of your heart, dear, racing to crescendo.

Every step is closer to a beginning. Every step is closer to an end.

Bon Voyage, Afrodykie!

(ends)