The Color Of Santorini
Blue water all around reflects the warm Mediterranean sun and propels him forward with pure light and color. He loves the comfort of his home: pure white houses lined up on the cliffs are interrupted only by the blue roofs of the churches which are a perfect match to the forever blue of the cloudless Santorini sky.
Santorini. His Santorini. Dmitri knows he will never leave. He sits on the overlook rock and gazes into the reflected sun diving into the sea, just as he has done himself many times during his twelve years on the island. Dmitri considers his life on Santorini to be ageless, as if he himself is part of its history--from ancient time into the far horizon of future eras. He feels connected to the lost people of Atlantis, for instance, and has always thought of himself as a part of their community, ever since he began diving in the underwater ruins off Santorini's shores at the age of four.
As far as Dmitri is concerned, Santorini IS the world. There is nothing else but blue sky, white sand, and the pure color of the sea. He continues to watch the sun disappear beneath the sea with rapt attention until he suddenly realizes that darkness surrounds him. The constant shushing of the sea has nearly lulled Dmitri to sleep on his overlook rock, a place he has slept many nights before this. There is nothing to stop him from staying out until morning, but he thinks about his family making their preparations to sleep at home.
His younger sister likes to snuggle into his parents' big bed, under the soft cotton coverlet while their father tells a story of the old days, when Apollo still roamed the earth. Dmitri's older brother prefers to make the veranda his bed so that he could hear the ocean telling secrets at night.
Dmitri walks the short footpath home and makes a space all his own amid the sleeping shapes of his family. Though it is dark now, he knows the sunrise will reveal the happy colors of his home--Santorini.