We saw it at a tourist trap in Mykonos during our honeymoon. The vivid sunburst hue in the sky and sea caught our eye. The iconic way the painting captured the quintessential, Greek seaside town won us over. We could almost feel the breeze blowing the arms of the windmill.
It has hung in our dinning room for the past fifteen years–ever since we moved in to our house. It has born witness to our Hellenic travels every time we’ve had family and friends around our table. That’s thanksgiving for thirteen of the past fifteen, a Christmas Eve or two with my immediate family, and every meal that we’ve shared with our friends.
Each time we see it, we relive the joy of our sojourn in Greece. It’s as though that breeze off the Aegean blows right out of the frame to refresh us yet again.
a new reminder of when
our joy commences
another carafe of red
beside the wine-dark sea
for dVerse Poets’ Poetics: Come Hang with Me (pubtended by lillian)
Real Toads’ Tuesday Platform (imagined by Anmol (HA)