We forget how to speak. We hide in fences. We miss the poetry of it all.

Hard not to scale the walls. Hard not to fly off the handle. Hard not to break free of structure set in stone. Too Hard.

Cascading stone angles shape this cathedral. Deep crevices and sharp turns etch a path of awe.

A closing set of shots. Sunset for these temples and shades.

Nothing but the dreams of civilization remain.

Climb the steps to peace, to balance and delicate sufficiency.

A full space of building, white, blue, yellow. Shadow and light dance in Santorini, poetry from the mere intersection of arch and stone, door and wall, window into a heart.