The boat that waits

Sometimes it seems like a boat is just an object. A means. Wood and paint. But in Corfu, even a boat has a character. Like this one: bright, uneven, as if a little tired. But standing – right by the shore. Ready. Silent.

I like to think that every boat has a soul . And it doesn't matter if it's sailing or waiting. Sometimes, waiting is more important. This boat knows the wind. Knows the waves. Knows how wood creaks when there's salt in it. And knows that peace is not the end of the road. It's its pause.

The boat is on the sand, and behind it is the sea, so much of it that it doesn't fit into the eye. And in this simplicity is all that I want to say about the island: Corfu doesn't make noise. It waits. Like a boat. Like a place. Like you - when you are ready to be yourself again.

📌 Phrase for a notebook: Sometimes you just need to stand by the water. Not swim. Not decide. Not call. Just be - like a boat in sunny anticipation.