Until Next Time
As my time in Greece draws to a close, I find myself lost in a reverie of the past. Memories of vineyards and farms, Whispers of the ocean's gentle waves. My last day was spent at a winery, Where time matured in barrels and aged in bottles. Maya was there, in awe of the boujee surroundings, And Maria gifted me a book, a treasure to hold close. As I write this, I sit on the lawn of Drexel University, Surrounded by the sounds of construction and chatter. It's a far cry from the quietness of the birds and ocean, A reminder of the importance of presence, of being present. Presence, the Greek word is παρουσία (parousia), And in Latin, it is praesentia. Sand, ocean, and construction, Άμμος, θάλασσα, και κατασκευή, Harena, mare, et structura. My time in Greece has taught me to be present, To savor the moments and hold them close. As the sun and warmth of Greece fade into memory, I am grateful for the presence that remains with me. Στο τέλος του ταξιδιού μου στην Ελλάδα, Βρίσκομαι χα
