Thursday, December 10, 2009
Meandering through the Mediterranean
The homebody is pleased to have returned but the nomad continues to dream of honeyed colors and the wine dark sea. Salt spray and olives underfoot and hard local cheese and strolls through plowed farmland are terribly hard to leave but poetry lingers and that is enough.
Also lingering are the stories shared at dusk and the laughter which rang out like bells in a new land.
Poetry forthcoming...stay tuned.