ode to poseidon
Gazing the Aegean sea from Sounion, overlooking for black and white sails. Harsh sun, firing stones and winds whispering promises for new routes.
Wearing my whites for the sake of a positive outcome, the anticipation of the advent…. and the craving to sail for once again!
Ode to Poseidon!
Isn’t our life a constant anticipation of white “sails”?
