My island…

As you may know, or not, I live on an island. Not so big not so small. On island where is everything. Small hills, soft deserts, stony ones.

Huge boulders and ruins. Small churches, round ones, big ones… lovely cottages, trees… and more rocks.

Valleys and soft, law landscapes with no hill in sight…

And the sea.

And colors.

And so much more…

And I am a huge fanatic of my island. Enormous!!! I mean really. I love her. She is my Mother. A place where for the first time I felt like… home.

Not a place I was born. But such things happen to us, right? We can not choose a place, time and to whom we are born, or maybe… or maybe we can but forgot about it during growing up?

Maybe?

But still, even loving my island so much, I sometimes, only few times a year I leave her for a day, and once I do it for few days… like to see partronus like this one. Do you also see him, or I am such potterhead? LOL

I leave her and feel constant lost. Like someone took a huge part of me and put it into a washing machine…

Weird feeling…

I leave her and see different, have different, like this different, but also remind myself it is not for me. At all… even when it sparkles with all those colors.

Even though…

I miss her. And then, even when I am back, I have those dreams that I am looking for my island. My Island. And can not find her. Can not reach, can not… so awfully can not get a boat, ferry, whatever…

Weird me.

PS. Photos are from Sweden.

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