The Place I want to be

IOS, a little greek Island. 2:53 in the morning. Me and my camera, alone in the beach.

Nobody was there but me. Nobody could tell me what to do, what to think, what to feel.

It was one of the latest days of Interrail with my friends, the summer was ending and September wasn´t so far.

I can perfectly remember that night. At the beginning it was the darkest night I´ve ever seen, full of black clouds that covered the Moon.We got out as always, but I got bored at once, so I return home earlier, taking a long hike by the coast of the island.

In just a few seconds, a southern wind blowed away all the clouds but one with snake form which was in front of the Moon. The sea seemed wilder than ever under the moon light. Indeed, everything seemed to be under a mistyc influence. I ran to my camping to take the camera, because I felt that I had to grasp that beauty I was looking at.

With the heart fastly beating because of the velocity of my running, I finally lied down on the sand. I recovered my breath, took some photos and stared at the big satellite of Earth for a long long time.

Now I´m in my room, the 519 of the Hall of Residence Larraona, isolated from the world that is beyond my walls, thinking of time, love, happiness, photographyandfeelings.