Entry 1

August 31

Tonight I find myself in Greece, surrounded by white and serendipity, and embraced by pristine cotton sheets and a boy named Colin, in a little villa outside Santorini. A whisper of song invites itself in through the French doors, carried by a fresh Mediterranean breeze that flirts with the curtains upon entrance. The sky is awash with pale oranges licked with pink and the promise of a starry night, the way I imagined it would be when the gods walked the earth. A hearty male chuckle leads a song of high-pitched giggles somewhere below the second-story window. Along with flickering conversation comes the salty scent of the Aegean Sea and the ever-present waft of basil and cherry tomatoes. With the rising stars come the city lights to mimic, and the sticky touch of August flits away with the setting sun. The night feels bittersweet, as the end of summer always finds me more quickly than I wish it would. Midnight marks the last night of the month, and by tomorrow I’ll find myself in a new city. I haven’t decided where yet, but I can’t imagine anything more peaceful than this Mediterranean bliss I’ve started to fall in love with. The night moves forward with the gentle rocking of a rowboat in low tide as the world outside the window lulls to sleep slowly. I try not to watch the seconds tick away as the morning approaches, but as the blue becomes edged with white, I know that it’s found me once again. Before Apollo wakes the sun, I tiptoe out of Colin’s bed in a dress of sheets. With a kiss of the cheek and a note on the dresser, I’m gone with the last remnants of night.