Sevensigma - Dreaming And Chasing The Wind

76 in my 76

—Nikos Kazantzakis, 'Report to Greco', tr. P. A. Bien

“He held me in his arms, holding me close to him as the wind picked up and sand twisted around us on the beach, promising to leave souvenirs in our pockets and hair. We stayed for hours, watching the waves, the dolphins, the colors in the sky fade into more incredible colors, until dark consumed it. We watched the stars and made a wish on a meteor shower and we managed to make it home without getting lost. He held me in his arms, and as I watched the sun, I thought how this is all I wanted, and I felt the pain of losing the moment before it was lost. Have you ever been so full in one moment, you already know the hole it’ll leave in you once it’s gone?”

- n.c. // how can you feel something that’s not there anymore

Dad, daughter