A handful of days inside one moment

Margarita Kominou

Tuesday, 22nd of July 2008. It was my fourth day on holidays and I was back home. An old friend, a new friend and I were sitting silently under a tree at the edge of the seashore. We were all exhausted from the strong sun, the heat and the mid-day hunger. Unconsciously looking at the calm light-blue sea, each of us was diving in their own thoughts.

The a capella singing of the harvest flies that meditated my thinking was soon accompanied by my old friends flute; an eastern wind melody twirling inside a warm metallic instrument, travelling to my ears and guiding my soul in memories of the past. I revisited scenes of random children playing with the snow in Kelvingrove Park some winters ago, a photograph-taking moment outside the Stirling Castle while eating ice-cream under the heavy rain, the view of the busy Princess Street from the top deck of a crowded Lothian bus, I recalled howls of laughter and sorrow, coloured in those vivid shades that the showers of rain so generously provide up in the northern part of the earth. ... (continues)