Thank you for this memory of you:
I'm hidden in the hills and it's just me under this tree with the breeze shushing leaves and shifting bougainvillea petals across the patio. There is a faint twitter of birds and the buzzing of an insect that seems interested in the bougainvillea, but apart from that there is a silence and an afternoon warmth that has hypnotised me.
Perhaps Aphrodite, who grabbed me at the port and whisked me off to Pelakas village, is really my guardian angel, finding me when I was lost and taking me under her (hirsute) wings to this silent heaven in the hills. Aphrodite was the Greek Goddess of love and beauty...and the landlord of my simple studio sized apartment on a cliff edge in Corfu.
I like that I have to weave my way through narrow alleys to get to my apartment. The alleys are lined with tiny flat roofed houses and embroidered with colourful garments, hung out to dry in the dusty Pelakas air.
But there will be no weaving today. I'll rest. All I need is before me, spread across the horizon, dotted with Cyprus trees, silent apart from the shushing and buzzing.
jojobee
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