A story with a taste of salt is about to begin!

 

What do you know about the greek summer? The one that begins when school’s out. Actual school. Hot
pebbles. Feet burning. The cicadas are only silenced when your head is underwater. Dive into the cool sea. Seaweed dancing in the water’s swirls. Limpets are hard to remove from the rock. Sunburned shoulders, salty eyes and hair. I’m holding my breath just a little bit longer. Emersion. Deep breath, gaze to the horizon and there, a triangular sail, running away, turning and coming back fast. Oh! Yes, it’s time to leave shallow waters. That’s where I need to be, on the white sail. I’m moving one level forward. (…part one!)