I’ll get the tickets

I remember…

The fragility of life,
The moment he died,
I didn’t know what death could do,
How it would turn animated flesh into dust.

I watched his breath escape him.

I watched my father die in my arms with one wish,
To go to Santorini with me before he passed.
He never made it.

So I went after he passed away,

And got up early one morning with camera in hand to capture sun rays
Emerging through passing clouds after rainfall across a timeless island.

So much has changed since then.

So if you want to go,
If you want to catch rays of light
and paint with them infinite possibilities,
I’m ready.

Enjoy this moment through my eyes,


Santorini, After the Rain

Santorini, After the Rain

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