etheris

Love. I once had it described to me in the form of elements. How cliché. Despite that, I suppose the fact that it still rests in my memory is a testament to not necessarily its veracity, but the potency of its imagery. I was sitting outside a coffee shop in Pafos, a city on the Greek island of Cyprus. I was young, and missing my girlfriend (now my wife) terribly. The man I was with laughed softly when he realized what my melancholy attitude was in regards too, and as dusk fell, signifying the start of the nightlife in the club city, the sounds of trance music drifted to us on warm winds, and our coffees had at some point been exchan