"...I will always be mourning - do you hear me?- for you, alone, in Paradise..."                          The Monogram by Odysseas Elytis

My Greece has been a Paradise that made my mourning less painful this summer.

Monitoring our mind's tricky tactics when we most need emotions instead of logical sequences, can be very revealing of what really matters in life.  Chasing my thoughts' smoky rings I had an epiphany.  All my creativity surge was an escapade.

Even my need to jump on a windsurfing board and lose myself between the wild wind and the salty sea was masking a burning desire that defied its very own utopic nature.  The more I couldn't be with him, the more I missed him.