Where the tree knows more than people
- Лилия Денисенко
- Apr 8
- 1 min read
My Greek Days
Garica. Corfu. Where the tree knows more than people
Sometimes it's enough to just go to the sea.
Today I walked the usual path along the Garitsa Bay - where the tree at the water's edge greets the dawns with the same patience with which I am learning to greet the days. It seems to me that it is always there. Like an old guard of memories.
The tiles underfoot are warmed by the first sun. The air smells of salt, tangerines and a light sadness that is always a little light in Corfu. I look at the water and know: I don’t need to hurry. Everything happens when it should. Even the silence here is not empty – it is filled with meaning.
The bench nearby is empty. The boats in the harbor stand like in a painting. There are people somewhere, but today it seems to me that Garitsa is only for me. The tree whispers something with its branches, and I catch these words without translation. I just feel.
I took a few steps closer to the edge. The waves are like the island's breath. And I am part of this rhythm. Quiet. Real.
And that's the whole point.
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