Looking up, I caught my first view of the tiny village. From the sea, the lights from each of the darkened houses somehow soothed me. Like a candle flame on a cold night, I could not resist their flickering lights and as I watched I sensed that peace was near. From the cover of darkness, I watched the parade of people as they took late night strolls, arm in arm along the pier. In the distance, laughter and music rose above the sound of constant chatter from the many bars and restaurants. It was life. It was welcoming, and in that moment, this magical place cast a mesmerising spell delivering a calm that for so long was absent from my existence.
I could no longer be with my own kind. It was too painful. I had been searching for a place to rest, a place to heal. A Kingdom. That night, for the first time, sleep came easily and I dreamed of her.
I had never intended to stay, but each day brought a new reason not to leave. It was a polite wave, a passing fisherman stopping to chat, the friendly offer to accompany them on their journey or the introduction to a family member or friend. It was in the anticipation of adventure that each new day promised, or, the never-ending beauty of the ever-changing landscape that acted as a perfect canvas for each coming season.