touching the body of an island
yesterday I went walking along the calderas before sunset - (there was no sunset, it was so cloudy) - encountered two cats, one dog, and several humans, and at the place where I got tired and turned around, I stood there along the coast, looking out into the end of the island, where it wraps around the sea, to the village of oia at its tip - and I just stood there and looked for a moment, or ten, and let my eyes trace each edge of that body of land - where the land mass meets the sky, and the sea, as if I could touch it. as if my eyes were my fingers outstretched, running over its spine, like eyes grazing the body of a lover. as if eyes could touch. because they can. this is how i want to see. and be seen.