“For in the routine of daily life there is so little time to reflect, and sometimes days go by when I don’t actually live, but let life happen to me, and that’s terrible. I would think it dreadful to have to say at the end of my life: ” I’ve actually lived for nothing. I have achieved nothing great or noble”

What does it mean to live life? The savor the details? The way the light hits the trees during sunsets at the perfect angle-the beauty in the intricacy of mundane objects. Or is it to question the way things are, the way we are, the kaleidoscopic views of life, where a gentle shift reveals an other.

There’s something about Athena that I can’t put my fingers on. The light of this city. The blend of past and present. The thing about traveling alone is that you feel yourself open up to the splendors, the wonders to truly feel. There’s no one else’s needs or desires to consider. It’s all you. Changing by the hour.

Memories of him seep into small gaps of my journey. The luscious love I still feel for him. I am still healing, and I still miss him.