Aisha Akbar
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Nostalgia
Heraklion is a small island located a bit more than 200 miles from Athens, with an ambience so tranquil it has the power to make one finally feel like the air inside their lungs is exactly the same as the air outside their body. We had spent the fourth day of the trip wandering around in sweltering heat until it was cool enough to eat. So, well-fed and giddy we decided to take an explorative drive, stumbling upon a quaint fishing village. While the sun began to slumber and the sky became a palette of serene pastels, the Hunters full moon created a potent cocktail thought by the natives to bring energy and the courage to squash the psychological chains that hold us back, into our atmosphere. With the car window down and my head on my arm, I lazily watched the world go by like a cat at a window, lulled by the heady contrast in sensations. I was charged yet relaxed, free yet settled, content, but still curious. I took my phone out and quickly snapped the scene as the car drove at a leisurely pace, beautifully capturing the complex simplicity of that perfect evening. Looking at the picture the eyes move from unfocused branches to the needlepoint clarity of the moon, and finally to the stillness of the boat and sky.
By Aisha Akbar4 years ago in Wander