Dream Sequence

There was an inexplicably surreal, almost dreamlike quality to Santorini that hung over me the entire time I was there. I felt lighter...more optimistic. Maybe it was the vivid colors under the bright Santorini sun, or watching a dramatic sunset cast a lovely orange glow on the whitewashed buildings and blue domes, while I sat on the ruins of an old norse castle. Maybe it was the maze of alleys and the doorways to the sea and sky and the buildings cramped on the mountainside like an audience jostling to get a view of the sunset. Maybe it was the art, or the wine, or the food and how people just sat around to enjoy them. It could be the rocky mountain ridges, the dangerously narrow highways, and the occasional traffic of donkeys. Or it could be just the feeling of absolute freedom that you get from seeing the mountain, the sea and the sky, and the most glorious sunset you have seen, with people you work with everyday.

Yes, I know, just posting photos of Santorini is lazy writing. But you know how it is with dreams... you usually only remember a lingering sensation of something remarkable that happened, but forget the hazy details.