Ionian sea is my love

Every island has its own heart. For Corfu, it's the sea.

I still can't quite tell what color it is. Sometimes it's turquoise, almost transparent like glass. Sometimes it's blue, thick like fabric. And sometimes it's gray, when clouds hang on the horizon and everything becomes watercolor.

But I know exactly what it feels like: warm. Moving. Alive. The Ionian Sea can be a mirror. It shows you not itself, but you in the moment. Your anxiety, your silence, your joy. It does not demand, it accepts .

I like to look at it when it is smooth as butter. When a boat in the distance seems nailed to the horizon. When clouds are reflected in the water - and you do not understand where the sky is, and where the depth is. When silence does not frighten, but heals.

📌 Notebook entry: If you don't know where to start the day, start with the sea. If you don't know how to end the day, trust it to the sea. It will take everything and drag nothing away. Because it is Ionian. It is brighter than the word "water".