The streets of Heraklion (Crete) and Athens, Wooster Collective in mind.

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.

If the passage of time finds friends in love
Unrequited, or otherwise severed,
You reproach the shamed changeling moon and prove
Today - and its contents - lasts forever.