Little Dreams of Greece

Written on July 1st ,2023

When I dream, I think of Greece.
Endless summers, feeling free.

All my summers, have been in Greece.
This is where summers were meant to be.

When I was young, my mother told me “take one last dive, say goodbye to the sea. When will you ever swim, in waters as clear as these?”

Greece I could only learn to love from afar.
A love that needs distance and time to grow.

Painful memories, that only fade with absence. Streets I walked with my head kept low. Shoulders heavy from expectations not met. Grief for a life that should have been. Dreams that hurt me deeply, but were never meant to be.

But once I’d left, my pain like clouds, left with me.

The streets I could walk with my head high. Only blue sky. Heart light. Carefree.
No musts- No goals to achieve in Greece.

I could just be.

And the crystal clear waters, and the people I love, and the places I’ve grown up, I could enjoy.

Content and blessed. Was meant to be.

A life miles away in the winter. Summers and longing always of Greece.
Little bliss. Always waiting. Piece of paradise reserved for happy moments.

This memory I want to keep.

In my dreams I go to Greece.