..I Can Feel Your Heartbeat..

Mykonos, the place I have called my home away from home since 2008, has a heartbeat.

I hear it whistle through the brown, treeless hills. The sea pulses through the rocks as it makes its way to crash on the empty beach, longing for summer. I feel it in the electricity that explodes from my fingertips as I drag them across the cold, white cement that hugs the buildings in town.

The beat drums in my soul when I walk through the empty, narrow, cobblestone pathways. Each alleyway harboring a shadow; a ghost of my past calling out to me to remember the memories we had. It is like I am an immortal that watches loved ones vanish and I stay, only to be left with a smile of our adventures.

It’s dark now. Quiet. I look up beyond the flat tops of the buildings and every time I see Rembrandt’s Starry Night gazing back at me.
I will never forget the characters that make up the story of my island. We are the red cell army that marches through the veins of Mykonos. It doesn’t matter where we come from, what we have done in our lives or where we are going. The beat calls for us every summer and every winter we dance to the laughter, the memories, to the heartbeat of Mykonos, until someday we meet again.